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SACRED POETRY, 



Selected anb Tlmmbcir, 



Dr. S. E. SHEPARD, 



BY RESOLUTION OF THE 



NEW YORK STATE CONVENTION 



v 
THE DISCIPLES OF CHRIST. 



^ NEW YORK: 
Geo. H. Bell, Stationer, Printer and Envelops 

Manufacturer, 153 Nassau-Street 

1851. 




INTRODUCTION. 



Dear Brethren — In pursuance of your Re- 
solution, passed at the last meeting of your Con- 
vention, I have compiled this little Book. Ow- 
ing to the impracticability of meeting, the other 
members of your Compiling Committee request- 
ed me to proceed alone ; which I did, and now 
present you with this token of my very high re- 
spect and esteem. 

I found the work much more arduous than I 
had supposed, owing to the very great want of 
arrangement and classification in most of the 
works I had to consult, and to the miscellaneous 
character of many good pieces, rendering it 
doubtful, under what heading they should be 
placed. I hope, however, that I have succeeded, 
at least in some measure, in so classifying and 
arranging these selections, that the brotherhood 
will be able, with very little trouble, to find some- 
thing worthy of being sung on the most impor- 

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INTRODUCTION. 

tant and prominent subjects of the Christian 
Scriptures. 

There are many excellent hymns in this vo- 
lume, in metres which are not common, but they 
are, in all other respects, so deserving to be sung, 
that I have trusted to the skill of our brethren 
who conduct this pleasant and profitable part of 
the praises of God, to select and familiarize cor- 
responding musical compositions. 

In regard to the propriety — the pleasure — the 
utility, and the obligation of this part of public 
worship, it is needless to say anything to those 
who are acquainted with the Sacred Writings. 
Such know the prominent place it has occupied 
in the devotions or the wisest — the best — and 
the most devout intelligences. 

When the foundations of the earth were fast- 
ened, and the corner-stone thereof was laid — 
then the morning stars sang in coocert — then 
the elder sons of God shouted for joy. 

When the emancipated tribes of Israel stood. 

" faced about," on the eastern shore of the Red 

Sea — then Moses and the children of Israel sang 

their triumph — then the pious prophetess, the 

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INTRODUCTION. 

sister of Aaron, with all her sex, and with tim- 
brels in hand, responded in joyful song. 

When the City of David was honored with the 
birth of the Prince of the Universe — then did 
a multitude of the Army of Heaven, his body 
guard, chant in strains seraphic, " Glory to God 
in the highest heaven, and on earth peace and 
good will towards men." 

When this Prince was about to enter the Ce- 
lestial Palace, and, by the abdication of the 
Eternal Father in his favor, to take his seat on 
the Throne — then did cherubim and seraphim 
sing, in " strains sublime," " Lift up your heads, 
you gates ; and be you lifted up, you everlast- 
ing doors, and the King of Glory will come 
in." 

When seated on the Throne, encircled with 
an emerald rainbow, illuminated by the seven 
spirits of God, and surrounded by the twenty- 
four Presbyters attired in white and crowned 
with gold, with the opened Volume in his hand 
— then did the four Living Creatures and Twen- 
ty-Four Elders in dignified and heavenly con- 
cert sing, " Thou art worthy to take the Vo- 
lume, and to open the seals thereof ; for Thou 
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INTRODUCTION. 

wast slain, and hast redeemed us to God by thy 

blood, out of every kindred and tongue, and 

people, and nation ; and hast made us unto our 

God, Kings and Priests ; and we shall reign 

with Thee on the earth." 

With such themes, and such examples before 

us, who can forbear to sing ? 

S. E. S. 
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PSALMS AND SPIRITUAL SONGS. 



GOD. 



1 L. M. 

1 There is a God — all nature speaks, 

Through earth, and air, and sea, and skies j 
See, from the clouds his glory breaks, 
When first the beams of morning rise. 

2 The rising sun, serenely bright, 

O'er the wide world's extended frame 
Inscribes, in characters of light, 
His mighty Maker's glorious name. 

3 The flowery tribes, all blooming, rise 

Above the weak attempts of art ; 
Their bright, inimitable dyes 

Speak sweet conviction to the heart. 

4 Ye curious minds, who roam abroad, 

And trace creation's wonders o'er, 
Confess the footsteps of a G-od ; 
Come, bow before him, and adore. 

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GOD. 

2 C. P. M 

We sing of God, the mighty source 
Of all things, the stupendous force 

On which all things depend ; 
From whose right arm, beneath whose eyes, 
All period, power, and enterprise 

Commence, and reign, and end. 

The world, the clustering spheres he made, 
The glorious light, the soothing shade ; 

Dale, plain, and grove and hill ; 
The multitudinous abyss, 
Where nature joys in secret bliss, 

And wisdom hides her skill. 

Tell them, I Am, Jehovah said 

To Moses, while earth heard in dread, 

And smitten to the heart, 
At once above, beneath, around, 
All nature, without voice or sound, 

Replied, Lord, Thou Art ! 



3 H. M. 

1 The first almighty Cause, 

Who did all things create, 
Gave nature all her laws, 

Unchangeable as fate, 
The Source of life, the Spring of springs, 
His praise all heaven and nature sings. 



GOD. 

2 Where'er we cast our eyes, 

With rapture we behold, 
Below, or in the skies, 

Wonders that can't be told : 
In nature's book, in every line, 
His wisdom and perfections shine. 

3 On him all worlds depend, • 

To him all bend the knee ; 
But none can comprehend 

The boundless Deity. 
He sees all space, moves everywhere, 
Sustains the whole, makes all his care. 



4 L. M. 

1 All-powerful, self-existent God, 
Who all creation dost sustain ! 
Thou wast, and art, and art to come, 
And everlasting is thy reign ! 

2 Fixed and eternal as thy days, 
Each glorious attribute divine, 
Through ages infinite, shall still 
With undiminished lustre shine. 

3 Fountain of being ! Source of good ! 
Immutable thou dost remain ! f 
Nor can the shadow of a change 
Obscure the glories of thy reign. 

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GOD. 



Earth may with all her powers dissolve, 
If such the great Creator's will ; 
But thou forever art the same ; 
I Am, is thy memorial still. 



5 . L. M. 

1 Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, 
Or the fair earth in order stood, 

Before the birth of ancient time, 
From everlasting thou art God. 

2 A thousand ages in their flight 
With thee are as a fleeting day ; 
Past, present, future, to thy sight 
At once their various scenes display. 

3 But our brief life's a shadowy dream, 
A passing thought, that soon is o'er, 
That fades with morning's earliest beam, 
And fills the musing mind no more. 

4 To us, Lord the. wisdom give 
So every precious hour to spend, 
That we at length with thee may live, 
Where life and bliss shall never end. 

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GOD. 



6 L. M. 

1 We sing the majesty of God, 

Whose wisdom spread the heavens abroad ; 
To him creation owes its birth, 
His mighty arm sustains the earth. 

2 The evening shade, the morning light, 
The sun by day, and stars by night, 
Unite their voices, to proclaim 

The awful grandeur of his name. 

3 He sees our griefs with pitying eyes, 
His liberal hand our need supplies ; 
From him full streams of mercy flow, 
To cheer this gloomy vale below. 

4 Thou God of grace and matchless power, 
With reverence we thy name adore ; 

To thee our grateful songs we raise, 
Though feeble are our notes of praise. 



7 L. M. 

1 Jehovah reigns ! he dwells in light, 
Girded with majesty and might : 
The world, created by his hands, 
Still on its first foundation stands. 

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GOD. 

2 But ere this spacious world was made. 
Or had its first foundation laid, 

His throne eternal ages stood, 
Himself the ever-living God. 

3 Like floods the angry nations rise, 
And aim their rage against the skies ; 
Vain floods that aim their rage so high ! 
At his rebuke the billows die. 

4 Forever shall his throne endure: 
His promise stands forever sure ; 
And everlasting holiness 
Becomes the dwellings of his grace. 



8 L. M. 

The spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky, 
And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
Their great original proclaim. 
The unwearied sun, from day to day, 
Doth his Creator's power display ; 
And publishes to every land 
The work of an Almighty hand. 
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GOD. 

Soon as the evening shades prevail, 

The moon takes up the wondrous tale. 

And nightly to the listening earth 

Repeats the story of her birth : 

Whilst all the stars which round her burn. 

And all the planets in their turn, 

Confirm the tidings as they roll, 

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 

What though, in solemn silence, all 
Move round this dark terrestrial ball : 
What though no real voice nor sound 
Amidst their radient orbs be found ; 
In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth "a glorious voice ; 
Forever singing as they shine — 
" The hand that made us is divine." 



DOXOLOGY. 

To Thee, Supreme, the ever-blest, 
Ee praise in thankful notes addressed ; 
Such as the stars of morning sung, 
When earth was on its balance hung ; 
Such praise as from angelic choirs, 
And saints, whom zeal like theirs inspires, 
In heaven above, and earth below. 
Still flows, and shall forever flow. 
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THE GLORY OF GOD. 



S. M. 



1 The Lord, the sovereign King, 

Hath fixed his throne on high ; 
O'er all the heavenly world he rules, 
And all beneath the sky. 

2 You angels great in might, 

And swift to do his will, 
Bless ye the Lord, whose voice you hear, 
Whose pleasure you fulfil. 

3 Let the bright hosts who wait 

The orders of their King, 
And guard his churches when they pray, 
Join in the praise they sing. 

4 While all his wondrous works 

Through his vast kingdom show 
Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul, 
Shall sing his praises too. 



10 S. M. 

1 Lord, our heavenly King, 
Thy name is all divine ; 
Thy glories round the earth are spread, 
And o'er the heavens they shine. 
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THE GLORY OF GOD. 

2 t When to thy works on high 

I raise my wondering eyes, 
And see the moon* complete in light, 
Adorn the darksome skies : 

3 When I survey the stars, 
And all their shining forms, 

Lord, what is man, that feeble thing, 
Akin to dust and worms ! 

4 Lord, what is feeble man, 
That thou shouldst love him so ! 

Next to thine angels is he placed, 
And lord of all below. 

5 How rich thy bounties are ! 
And wondrous are thy ways ; 

Of dust and worms thy power can frame 
A monument of praise. 



11 L. M. 

1 Eternal and immortal King ! 

Thy peerless splendors none can bear ; 
: But darkness veils seraphic eyes, 
When God with all his glory 's there. 

2 Yet faith can pierce the awful gloom, 
The great Invisible can see ; 

And with its tremblings mingle joy, 
In fixed regard, great God ! to thee. 

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THE GLORY OF GOD. 

3 Then every tempting form of sin, 
Shamed in thy presence, disappears ; 
And all the glowing rap'tured soul 
The likeness it contemplates, wears. 

-4 ever conscious to my heart ! 
Witness to its supreme desire : 
Behold, it presseth on to thee, 
For it hath caught the heavenly fire. 

5 This one petition would it urge — 
To bear thee ever in its sight ; 
In life, in death, in worlds unknown, 
Its only portion and delight ! 



12 L. M. 

1 Great former of this various frame ! 
Our souls adore thine awful name ; 
And bow, and tremble, while we praise 
The Ancient of eternal days. 

2 Beyond an angel's vision bright, 
Thou dwell'st in self-existent light; 
Which shines with undiminished ray, 
While suns and worlds in smoke decay. 

3 Our days a transient period run, 
And change with every circling sun ; 
And, in the firmest state we boast, 
A moth can crush us into dust. 

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THE GLORY OF GOD. 

4 But let the creatures fall around ; 
Let death consign us to the ground ; 
Let the last general flame arise, 
And melt the arches of the skies ; 

5 Calm as the summer's ocean, we 
Can all the wreck of nature see, 
While grace secures us an abode, 
Unshaken as the throne of God. 

13 C. P. M. 

1 Begin, my soul, the lofty lay ; 

Let each enraptured thought obey, 
And praise thy Maker's name ; 

Lo ! heaven and earth, and seas and skies 

In one melodious concert rise, 
To swell the glad'ning theme. 

2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, 
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God ; 

Ye thunders, speak his power ; 
Lo ! on the lightning's rapid wings, 
In triumph rides the King of kings ; 

Astonished worlds adore. 

3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows, rise, 
To join the thunder of the skies ; 

Praise him who bids you roll : 
His praise in softer notes declare, 
Each whispering breeze of yielding air 3 

And breathe it to the soul. 

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THE GLORY OF GOD. 

Let man, by nobler passions swayed, 
The feeling heart, the reasoning head, 

In heavenly praise employ : 
Spread the Creator's name around, 
Till heaven's wide arch repeat the sound, 

The general burst of joy. 



14 CM. 

1 Father, how wide thy glory shines ! 

How high thy wonders rise ! 
Known through the earth by thousand signs, 
By thousands through the skies. 

2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power ; 

Their motions speak thy skill ; 
And on the wings of every hour 
We read thy patience still. 

3 Part of thy name divinely stands 

On all thy creatures writ ; 
They show the labor of thy hands, 
The impress of thy feet. 

4 But when we view thy grand design 

To save rebellious man, 
Where wisdom, power and goodness shine 
In mercy's wondrous plan. — 
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THE GLORY OF GOD. 

5 Our thoughts are lost in reverend awe ; 

We love, and we adore ; 

The holy angels never saw 

So much of God before. 

6 may I bear some humble part 

In that immortal song ; 
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart, 
And love command my tongue. 



15 10s. & lis. 

1 worship the King, all glorious above, 
And gratefully sing his wonderful love, 
Our Shield and defender, the Ancient of Days, 
Pavilioned in splendor, and girded with praise. 

2 tell of his might, and sing of his grace, 
Whose robe is the light, whose canopy, space ; 
His chariots of wrath the deep-thunder clouds 

form 
And dark is his path on the wings of the 
storm. , 

3 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite % 
It breathes in the air, it shines in the light, 
It streams from the hills, it descends to the 

plain, 
And sweetly distils in the dew and the rain. 

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THE GLORY OF GOD. 

4 Frail children of dust, and feeble as frail, 
In thee do we trust, nor find thee to fail ; 
Thy mercies how tender ! how firm to the end, 
Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend. 

5 Father Almighty, how faithful thy love ! 
While angels delight to hymn thee above, 
The humbler creation, though feeble their 

lays, 
With true adoration shall lisp to thy praise. 



DOXOLOG Y. 

By knowledge supreme, by wisdom divine, 
God governs this earth with gracious design ; 
O'er beast, bird, and insect, his providence 

reigns, 
Whose will first created, whose love still sus- 
tains. 
You saints, praise the Lord, speak good of 

his name ! 
His mercies record, his bounties proclaim : 
To God, their creator, let all creatures raise 
The song of thanksgiving, the chorus of 
praise ! 
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THE IiOVE OP GOO. 



16 C. M. 

1 Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess, 

Thy goodness we adore — 
A spring whose blessings never fail, 
A sea without a shore. 

2 Sun, moon, and stars, thy love attest 

In every golden ray ; 
Love draws the curtains of the night, 
And love returns the day. 

3 Thy bounty every season crowns 

With all the bliss it yields ; 
With joyful clusters loads the vine, 
With strengthening grain the fields. 

4 But chiefly thy compassions, Lord, 

Are in the gospel seen ; 
There, like the sun, thy mercy shines, 
Without a cloud between. 

5 Pardon, acceptance, peace and joy, 

Through Jesus' name are given, 
He on the cross was lifted high, 
That we might reign in heaven. 

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THE LOVE OF GOD. 



17 CM. 

1 Faithful, Lord, thy mercies are, 

A rock that cannot move : 
A thousand promises declare 
Thy constancy of love. 

2 Thou waitest to be gracious still ; 

Thou dost with sinners bear, 
That, saved, we may thy goodness feel, 
And all thy grace declare. 

3 Its streams the whole creation reach, 

So plentious is the store ; 
Enough for all, enough for each, 
Enough forevermore. 

4 Throughout the universe it reigns ; 

It stands forever sure ; 
And while thy truth, God, remains, 
Thy goodness shall endure. 



18 CM. 

1 Come, ye that know and love the Lord, 
And raise your thoughts above ; 
Let every heart and voice accord 
To sing that God is Love. 
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THE LOVE OF GOD. 

2 This precious truth his word cle clares, 

And all his mercies prove ; 

Jesus, the gift of gifts, appears 

To show that God is Love. 

3 Behold his patience bearing long 

With those who from him rove, 
Till mighty grace their hearts subdue, 
To teach them God*is Love. 

4 may we all, while here below, 

This blessing well improve, 
Till nobler praise, in brighter worlds, 
Proclaim that God is Love. 



19 CM. 

1 Eternal Power, Almighty God, 

Who can approach thy throne ? 
Accessless light is thine abode, 
To angel eyes unknown. 

2 Before the radience of thine eye, 

The heavens no longer shine ; 
And all the glories of the sky 
Are but the shade of thine. 

3 Great God, and wilt thou condescend 

To cast a look below ? 
To this dark world thy notice bend,— 
These seats of sin and woe ? 

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THE LOVE OF GOD. 

How strange, how wondrous is thy love ! 

With trembling we adore : 
Not all the exalted minds above 

Its wonders can explore. 

While golden harps and angel tongues 

Resound immortal lays, 
Great God, permit our humble songs 

To rise and sound tky praise. 



20 L. M. 

1 Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 

And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ; 
He justly claims a song from me ; 
His loving kindness, how free ! 

2 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes. 
Though earth and sin, my way oppose, 
He safely leads my soul along ; 

His loving kindness, O how strong! 

3 When trouble, like a gloomy cloud, 
Has gathered thick, and thundered loud. 
He near my soul has always stood ; 

His loving kindness, how good ! 

4 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale ; 
Soon all my mortal powers must fail ; 
may my last, expiring breath 

His loving kindness sing in death. 

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THE LOVE OF GOD. 



21 H. M. 

1 for a song of joy, 

Loud as the theme we sing ! 
To this divine employ 

Your hearts and voices bring ; 
Sound, sound, through' all the earth abroad. 
The love, th' eternal love, of God. 

2 Unnumbered myriads stand, 

Of seraphs bright and fair, 
Or bow at his right hand, 
And pay their homage there ; 
But strive in vain, with loudest chord, 
To sound the wondrous love of God. 

3 Yet sinners saved by grace, 

In songs of lower key, 
In every age and place, 

Have sung the mystery ; 
Have told, in strains of sweet accord, 
The love, the sovereign love, of God. 

4 Though earth and hell assail, 

And doubts and fears arise, 
The weakest shall prevail, 

And grasp the heavenly prize, 
And through an endless age record 
The love, th' unchanging love, of God. 
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THE LOVE OF GOD. 

5 for a song of joy, 

Loud as the theme we sing ! 
To this divine employ 

Your hearts and voices bring ; 
Sound, sound, through all the earth abroad, 
The love, th' eternal love, of G-ocl. 



22 L. M. 

Thou art, Almighty Lord of all, 
From everlasting still the same ; 

Before thee dazzling seraphs fall, 
And veil their faces in a flame, 

To see such bright perfections glow, 

Such floods of glory from thee flow. 

What mortal hand shall dare to paint 
A semblance of thy glory, Lord ? 

The brightest rainbow tints are faint, 
The brightest stars of heaven afford 

A dim effusion of those rays 

Of light, that round Jehovah blaze. 

The sun himself is but a gleam, 

A transient meteor from thy throne ; 

And every frail and fickle 'beam, 
That ever in creation shone, 

Is nothing, Lord, compared to thee, 

In thy own vast immensity. 
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THE LOVE OF GOD. 

But though thy brightness may create 
All worship from the hosts above. 

What most thy name must elevate 
Is, that thou art a Grod of love, 

And mercy is the central sun 

Of all thy glories joined in one. 



23 L. M. 

1 God of the world ! thy glories shine, 
Through earth and heaven, with rays divine ; 
Thy smile gives beauty to the flower, 
Thine anger to the tempest power. 

2 God of our lives ! the throbbing heart 
Doth at thy beck its action start, — 
Throbs on, obedient to thy will, 

Or ceases, at thy fatal chill. 

3 God of eternal life ! thy love 
Doth every stain of sin remove ; 

The cross, the cross — its hallowed light 
Shall drive from earth her cheerless night. 

4 G-od of all goodness ! to the skies 
Our hearts in grateful anthems rise ; 
And to thy service shall be given 
The rest of life — the whole of heaven. 

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THE LOVE OF GOD. 



24 C. P. M. 

1 My God, thy boundless love I praise ; 
How bright on high its glories blaze ! 

How sweetly bloom below ! 
It streams from thine eternal throne ; 
Through heaven its joys forever run. 

And all the earth o'erflow. 

2 ,r Fis love that paints the purple morn, 
And bids the clouds, in air upborne, 

Their genial drops distil ; 
In every vernal beam it glows, 
And breathes in every gale that blows, 

And glides in every rill. 

3 It robes in cheerful green the ground, 
And pours its flowery beauties round, 

Whose sweets perfume the gale ; 
Its bounties richly spread the plain, 
The blushing fruit, the golden grain, 

And smile on every vale. 

4 But in thy word I see it shine 
With grace and glories more divine, 

Proclaiming sins forgiven ; 
There Faith, bright cherub, points the way 
To realms of everlasting day, 

And opens all her heaven. 
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THE LOVE OF GOD. 



25 S. M. 

1 Raise your triumphant songs 

To an immortal tune, 
Let the wide earth resound the deeds 
Celestial grace has done. 

2 Sing how eternal love 

Its chief Beloved chose, 
And bade him raise our wretched race 
From their abyss of woes. 

3 'Twas love that filled the throne, 

And grace that ruled on high, 
When Christ was sent with pardons down 
To rebels doomed to die. 

4 Now, sinners dry your tears, 

Let hopeless sorrows cease ; 
Bow to the sceptre of his love, 
And take the offered peace. 

5 Lord, we obey thy call ; 

We lay an humble claim 
To the salvation thou hast brought, 
And love and praise thy name. 
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THE POWER OP GOD. 



26 C. M. 

1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's name, 

And in his strength rejoice : 
When his salvation is our theme, 
Exalted be our voice. 

2 With thanks approach his awful sight, 

And psalms of honor sing ; 
The Lord's a God of boundless might, 
The whole creation's King. 

3 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, 

Lies in his spacious hand ; 
He fixed the seas what bounds to keep, 
And where the hills must stand. 

4 Come, and with humble souls adore ; 

Come, kneel before his face ; 
may the creatures of his power 
Be children of his grace ! 



27 L. M. 

1 How great is our Creator, God, 
In wisdom, majesty and might, 
When he displays his power abroad, 
And brings his wonders forth to light. 
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THE POWER OF GOD. 

2 Behold, what cloudy columns rise, 

Terrific as the shades of night ! 
What peals of thunder rend the skies ; 
The lightning, how sublimely bright ! 

3 How dreadful is the threatening hail ! 

Approaching tempests, how grand ! 
What terror doth the mind assail, • 

When deep convulsions shake the land ! 

4 The seas with hollow murmurs groan, 

The bowels of the mountains flame ; 
The elements, affrighted, own 

The awful greatness of thy name. 

5 Almighty Grod, thy chariot wheels 

In solemn pomp and grandeur roll ; 
Thy power trembling nature feels, 
And humble reverence fills the soul 



28 C. M. 

The Lord, how fearful is his name ! 

How wide is his command ! 
Nature, with all her moving frame, 

Rests on his mighty hand ! 

Immortal glory forms his throne, 

And light his awful robe : 
Whilst with a smile, or with a frown, 



He manages the globe. 



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THE MEUCY OF GOD. 

3 A word of his almighty breath 

Can swell or sink the seas ; 
Build the vast empires of the earth. 
Or break them, as he please ! 

4 Adoring angels round him fall, 

In all their shining forms ; 
His sovereign eye looks through them all, 
And pities mortal worms. 



THE MERCY OF GOD. 



29 L. M. 

1 Give to our God immortal praise ; 
Mercy and truth are all his ways : 
Wonders of grace to God belong, 
Repeat his mercies in your song. 

2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, 
The King of kings with glory crown ; 
His mercies ever shall endure, 

When lords and kings are known no more. 
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THE MERCY OF GOD. 

He built the earth, he spread the sky, 
And fixed the starry lights on high: 
Wonders of grace to G-od belong, 
Repeat his mercies in your song. 

He fills the sun with morning light, 

He bids the moon direct the night : 

His mercies ever shall endure, 

When suns and moons shall shine no more. 



30 L. M. 

Sweet were the sounds that reached our eara^ 
When mercy rais'd her heavenly voice ; 

'Twas mercy that dispell'd our fears, 
And bade our souls in hope rejoice. 

All other sounds discordant seem, 

Compar'd with mercy's heav'nly song ; 

So sweet and joyful is the theme, 
It bears our willing souls along. 

may we never cease to hear 

The voice that gives our conscience rest, 
That dissipates our guilty fear, 

And tells us we are truly blest ! 

May mercy still remove our fear, 

And bind our souls with cords of love ! 

Mercy that soothes our sorrows here, 
And gives us hope of joys above. 

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THE MERCY OF GOD. 



31 L. M. 

1 render thanks to God above, 
The fountain of eternal love ; 
Whose mercy firm through ages past 
Has stood, and shall forever last. 

2 Who can his mighty deeds express, 
Not only vast, but numberless ! 
What mortal eloquence can raise 
His tribute of immortal praise ! 

3 Happy are they, and only they, 
Who from thy judgments never stray; 
Who know what's right ; nor only so, 
But always practice what they know. 



32 C. M. 

1 How free and boundless is the grace 

Of our redeeming Lord ! 
Extending to the Greek and Jew, 
And men of ev'ry blood. 

2 The mightiest king, the meanest slave, 

May his rich mercy taste ; 
He bids the beggar and the prince 
Come to the gospel feast. 
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THE MERCY OF GOD. 



None are excluded thence, but those 

Who do themselves exclude ; 
Welcome the learned and polite. 



The ignorant and rude. 



4 Come, then, you men of ev'ry name. 
Of ev'ry tribe and tongue ; 
What you are willing to receive 
May unto you belong. 



33 L. M. 

1 Awake, my soul, awake, my tongue ; 
My God demands the grateful song ; 
Let all my inmost powers record 
The wondrous mercy of the Lord. 

2 Divinely free his mercy flows, 
Forgives my sins, allays my woes, 
And bids approaching death remove, 
And crowns me with indulgent love. 

3 His mercy, with unchanging rays, 
Forever shines, while time decays ; 
And children's children shall record 
The truth and mercy of the Lord. 

4 While all his works his praise proclaim, 
And men and angels bless his name, 

O, let my heart, my life, my tongue, 
Attend, and join the blissful song. 

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[il* NATURE ATTESTS THE GOODNESS OP 
GOO, 



34 C. M. 

1 Hail, great Creator, wise and good ! 

To thee our songs we raise : 
Nature, through all her various scenes, 
Invites us to thy praise. 

2 At morning, noon, and evening mild, 

Fresh wonders strike our view ; 
And. while we gaze, our hearts exult, 
With transports ever new. 

3 Thy glory beams in every star 

Which gilds the gloom of uight, 
And decks the smiling face of morn 
With rays of cheerful ligiit. 

4 The lofty hill, the humble vale, 

With countless beauties shine ; 
The silent grove, the awful shade, 
Proclaim thy power divine. 

5 Great nature's God, still may these scenes 

Our serious hours engage ; 
Still may our grateful hearts consult 
Thy works' instructive page. 

36 



ALL NATURE ATTESTS THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 



35 L. M. 

1 Great God, at whose all-powerful call 

At first arose this beauteous frame, 
By thee the seasons change, and all 
The changing seasons speak thy name. 

2 Thy bounty bids the infant year, 

From winter storms recovered, rise; 
When thousand grateful scenes appear, 
Fresh-opening to our wondering eyes. 

3 Aloft, full-beaming, reigns the sun, 

And light and genial heat conveys, 
And, while he leads the seasons on, 
From thee derives his quickming rays. 

4 Around us, in the teeming field, 

Stands the rich grain, or purpled vine ; 
At thy command they rise, to yield 

The strengthening bread, or cheering wine. 

5 Indulgent God, from every part 

Thy plentious blessings largely flow ; 
We see, we taste ; let every heart 
With grateful love and duty glow. 
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ALL NATURE ATTESTS THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 



36 L. M. 

1 The rising morn, the closing day, 

Repeat thy praise with grateful voice ; 
Both in their turns thy power display, 
And, laden with thy^ gifts, rejoice. 

2 Earth's wide-extended, varying scenes, 

All smiling round, thy bounty show ; 
From seas or clouds, full magazines, 
Thy rich, diffusive blessings flow. 

3 Now earth receives the precious seed, 

Which thy indulgent hand prepares, 
And nourishes the future bread, 
And answers all the sower's cares. 

4 Here spreading flocks adorn the plain ; 

There, plenty every charm displays ; 
Thy bounty clothes each lovely scene, 
And joyful nature speaks thy praise. 



37 P. M. 

High o'er the heaven of heavens I saw, and 

trembled, 
God of gods, thy robes of sacred splendour ! 
Thunders cherubic shouting. Holy ! holy ! 

Lord God Almighty ! 
38 



ALE NATURE ATTESTS THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 

2 Drop down, you heavens, and pour a flood of 

glory; 

You shades of death, the dawn of life ap- 
proaches ; 

Mortals shall learn *the music of thy thun- 
ders, 

Infinite Goodness ! 

3 Rise from the dust, arrayed in godlike beauty, 
mortal man ! immortal joys await thee : 
See thy lost race, burst from their chains of 

darkness, 

Crowned with salvation. 

4 Nations unborn shall throng thy flaming por- 

tals ; 

Heaven's bright immortals shout o'er night 
expiring, 

And hail the morn that lifts her smiling eye- 
lids, 

No more to slumber. 

5 Shout, you loud winds, the universal tri- 

umph ; 
Sing to the world, your Lord, your Lord de- 

scendeth, 
Lifts his high hand, and swears, I live for 
ever ; 

Live, my Redeemer i 
39 



ALL NATURE ATTESTS THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 

38 C. M. 

1 Songs of immortal praise belong 

To my almighty God : 
He has my heart, ano^ he my tongue, 
To spread his name abroad. 

2 How great the works his hand has wrought ! 

How glorious in our sight ! 
And men in every age has sought 
His wonders with delight. 

3 How most exact is nature's frame ! 

How wise its Maker's mind ! 
His counsels never change the scheme. 
Which his first thoughts designed. 

4 Nature and time, and earth and skies, 

Thy heavenly skill proclaim : 
What shall we do to make us wise, 
But learn to read thy name ! 

5 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace, 

Is our divinest skill ; 
And he's the wisest of our race, 
Who best obeys thy will. 

39 S. M. 

1 Almighty maker, God, 

How wondrous is thy name ! 
Thy glories how diffused abroad 
Through all creation's frame ! 
'40 



ALL NATURE ATTESTS THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 

2 Nature in every dress 

Her humble homage pays ; 
In thousand forms her ways express 
Thine undissembled praise. 

3 My soul would rise and sing 

To her Creator too : 
Fain would my tongue adore my King, 
And pay the homage due. 

4 In joy, let me spend 

The remnant of my days ; 
And oft to Grod my soul ascend 
In grateful songs of praise ? 

40 C. M. 

1 I sing the mighty power of God, 

That made the mountains rise ; 
That spread the flowing seas abroad, 
And built the lofty skies. 

2 I sing the wisdom that ordained 

The sun to rule the day: 
The moon shines full at his command, 
And all the stars obey. 

3 I sing the goodness of the* Lord, 

That filled the earth with food : 
He formed the creatures by his word, 
And then pronounced them good. 
4* 41 



ALL NATURE ATTESTS THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 

I There's not a plant or flower below 
But makes thy glories known : 
The clouds arise, and tempests blow, 
By order from thy throne. 



41 L. M. 

Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare ; 

The firmament displays thy skill ; 
The changing clouds, the viewless air, 

Tempest and calm, thy word fulfil: 
Day unto day doth utter speech, 
And night to night thy knowledge teach. 

Though voice nor sound inform the ear, 
Well known the language of their song, 

When, one by one, the stars appear, 
Led by the silent moon along; 

Till round the earth, from all the sky, 

Thy beauty beams on every eye. 

Walked from thy touch, the morning sun 
Comes like a bridegroom from his bower, 

And. like a giant, glad to run 

His bright career with speed and power ; 

Thy flaming messenger, to dart 

Life through the depths of nature's heart. 
42 



ALL NATURE ATTESTS THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 

4 While these transporting visions shine 
Along the path of Providence, 
Glory eternal, joy divine, 

Thy word reveals, transcending sense : 
My soul thy goodness joys to see, 
Thy love to man, thy love to me. 



42 L. P. M 

1 Great God, the heaven's well ordered frame 
Declares the glories of thy name ; 

There thy rich works of wonder shine; 
A thousand starry beauties there, 
A thousand radiant marks, appear 

Of boundless power and skill divine. 

2 From night to day. from day to night, 
The dawning and the dying light 

Lectures of heavenly wisdom read ; 
With silent eloquence, they raise 
Our thoughts to the Creator's praise, 

And neither sound nor language need. 

3 Yet their divine instructions run 
Wide as the circuit of the sun, 

And every nation knows their voice ; 
The sun, in robes of splendour dressed, 
Breaks from the chambers of the east, 

Moves round, and makes the earth rejoice. 

43 



ALL NATURE ATTESTS THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 

4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad. 
He speaks the majesty of God; 

All nature joins to show his praise: 
Thus God in all creation shines, 
Bright in the book of nature's lines, 

But brighter in the book of grace. 

43 L. M. 

1 You sons of men, with joy, record 
The various wonders of the Lord; 
And let his power and goodness sound 
Through all your tribes, the earth around. 

2 Lo, the high heavens your songs invite, 
Those spacious fields of brilliant light, 
Where sun, and moon and planets roll, 
And stars, that glow from pole to pole. 

3 Sing, earth, in verdant robes arrayed, 

Its herbs and flowers, its fruits and shade ; 

Peopled with life of various forms, 

Of fish and fowl, and beasts and worms. 

4 Yiew the broad sea's majestic plains, 
And think how wide its Maker reigns; 
That band remotest nations joins, 
And on each wave his goodness shines. 

5 But, 0, that brighter world above, 
Where lives and reigns a Saviour's love ! 
God's only Son in flesh arrayed, 

For man a bleeding victim made. 

44 



ALL NATURE ATTESTS THE GOODNESS OF GOD. 

> Thither, my soul, with rapture, soar ; 
There, in the land of praise, adore: 
The theme demands an angel's lay, 
Demands an everlasting day. 



44 6s. & 8s. 

1 Above — below — where'er I gaze, 

Thy guiding finger, Lord, I view, 
Trac'd in the midnight planet's blaze, 

Or glistening in the morning dew; 
What'er is beautiful or fair 
Is but thine own reflection there. 

2 I hear thee in the stormy wind, 

That turns the ocean-wave to foam ; 
Nor less thy wondrous pow'r I find, 

When summer airs around me roam ; 
The tempest and the calm declare 
Thyself — for thou art ev'rywhere. 

3 I find thee in the noon of night, 

And read thy name in ev'ry star 
That drinks its splendor from the light 

That flows from mercy's beaming car; 
Thy footstool, Lord each starry gem 
Composes — not thy diadem. 

4£ 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 

When the radiant orb of light 

Hath bath'd the mountain tops with gold ; 
Smote with the blaze, my weary sight 

Shrinks with the wonders I behold ; 
That ray of glory bright and fair 
Is but thy living shadow there. 

Thine is the silent noon of night — 
The twilight eve — the dewy morn ; 

"What'er is beautiful and bright 

Thy hands have fashion'd to adorn : 

Thy glory walks in ev'ry sphere, 

And all things whisper — " God is here." 



THIS PRAISES OF GOD. 



45 L. M. 

1 Before Jehovah's awful throne, 
You nations bow with sacred joy ; 
Know that the Lord is God alone 
He can create and he destroy. 

2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid, 
Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; 
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd 



He brought us to his fold again. 



46 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 

3 We are his people — we his care — 
Our souls, and all our mortal frame ; 
What lasting honors shall we rear, 
Almighty Maker, to thy name 1 

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs 
High as the heav'ns our voices raise ; 
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 

5 Wide as the world is thy command ! 
Vast as eternity thy love ! 

Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, 
When roiling years shall cease to move ! 



46 L. M. 

t Celestial worlds, your Maker's name 

Resound through every shining coast ; 
Our God the noblest praise will claim, 
Where he unfolds his glories most. 

2 Stupendous globe of flaming day, 

Praise him in thy sublime career ; 
He struck from night thy peerless ray, 
Marked out thy path, and guides thee there. 

3 You starry lamps, to whom 'tis given 

Night's sable horrors to illume, * 

Praise him who hung you high in heaven, 
With vivid fires to aild the gloom. 

47 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 

Lightnings, that round Jehovah play, 
Thunders, that from his arm are hurled. 

The grandeur of your God convey, 
Blazing, or bursting on the world. 

At once let. nature's ample round 
To God the vast thanksgiving raise : 

His high perfection knows no bound. 
But fills immensity of space. 



47 S. M. 

1 Come, sound his praise abroad, 
And hymns of glory sing ; 

Jehovah is the sovereign God, 
The universal King. 

2 He formed the deeps unknown ; 
He gave the seas their bound ; 

The watery worlds are all his own, 
And all the solid ground. 

3 Come, worship at his throne, 
Come, bow before the Lord : 

"We are his work and not our own, 
He formed us by his word. 

4 To-day attend his voice, 
Nor *dare provoke his rod : 

Come, like the people of his choice, 
And own your gracious God. 
48 



THE PRAISES OP GOD. 



48 7 & 6 M. 

1 Praise the Lord, who reigns above, 

And keeps his court below ; 
Praise the holy Grod of love, 

And all his greatness show ; 
Praise him for his noble deeds ; 

Praise him for his matchless power ; 
Him, from whom all good proceeds, 

Let earth and heaven adore. 

2 Publish, spread to all around 

The great Jehovah's name ; 
Let the trumpet's martial sound 

The Lord of hosts proclaim ; 
Praise him, every tuneful string ; 

All the reach of heavenly art, 
All the powers of music, bring, 

The music of the heart. 

3 Him, in whom they move and live 

Let every creature sing, 
Glory to their Maker give, 

And homage to their King : 
Hallowed be his name beneath ; 

As in heaven on earth adored ; 
Praise the Lord in every breath : 

Let all things praise the Lord. 

5 49 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 



49 C. M. 

1 To thee, my righteous King and Lord, 

My grateful mind I'll raise ; 
From day to day thy works record, 
And ever sing thy praise. 

2 Thy greatness human thought exceeds ; 

Thy glory knows no end ; 
The lasting record of thy deeds 
Through ages shall descend. 

3 Thy wondrous acts, thy power and might 

My constant theme shall be ; 
That song shall be my soul's delight, 
Which breathes in praise to thee. 

4 The Lord is bountiful and kind, 

His anger slow to move ; 
His tender mercies all shall find, 
And all his goodness prove. 

5 From all thy works, Lord, shall spring 

The sound of joy and praise ; 
Thy saints shall of thy glory sing. 
And show the world thy ways. 
50 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 



50 L. M. 

1 Now to the Lord, who built the skies, 
Let grateful songs of praise arise ; 
By all that dwell beneath the sun. 
Now be his grace in concept sung. 

2 Far as the rolling planets move 
He spreads his mercy and his love ; 
Through every land, and every clime, 
The wonders of his goodness shine. 

3 So let his praises be expressed, 

From north to south, from east to west, 

And every living thing adore 

His name while sun and moon endure. 



51 CM. 

1 Sing to the Lord, you distant lands, 

You tribes of every tongue ; 
His new discovered grace demands 
A new and nobler song. 

2 Say, to the nations, Jesus reigns, 

God's own almighty Son ; 
His power the sinking world sustains, 
And grace surrounds his throne. 

51 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 



3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day, 

Joy through the earth be seen ; 
Let cities shine in bright array, 
And fields in cheerful green. 

4 The joyous earth, the bending skies, 

His glorious train display ; 
You mountains sink, you valleys rise, 
Prepare the Lord his way. 



52 L. M. 

1 Now to our God let praises rise 
From all that dwell below the skies ; 
Throughout the earth his love proclaim, 
With joys eternal in his name. 

2 We are the people of his care, 

His sheep, who feed in pastures fair; 
The objects of his tender love, 
Supplied with blessings from above. 

3 Then to his earthly temple come, 
And raise the anthem and the song ; 
Let gratitude the lay inspire, 

The bosom glow with sacred fire : — 

4 For G-ocl in endless goodness reigns, 
And mercy, truth and love maintains ; 
Nor time, nor years ? nor measured space, 
Confines the blessings of his grace. 

52 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 



53 L. M. 

1 With one consent, let all the earth 

To God their cheerful voices raise ; 
Glad homage pay with joy and mirth, 
And sing before him songs of praise. 

2 Rejoice, for he is God alone, 

From whom both we and all proceed— 
We, whom he chooses for his own, 
The flock which on his bounty feed. 

3 0, enter, then, his temple gate, 

Thence to his courts devoutly press ; 
And still your grateful hymns repeat, 
And still his name with praises bless : 

4 For he's the Lord, supremely good ; 

His mercy is forever sure ; 
His truth, which always firmly stood, 
To endless ages shall endure. 



54 CM. 

all you nations, praise the Lord, 
Each with a different tongue ; 

In every language learn his word. 
And let his name be sung. 

5* 53 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 



His mercy reigns through every land, 
Proclaim his grace abroad ; 

For ever firm his truth shall stand ; 
Praise ye the faithful God. 



55 S. M. 

1 Thy name, Almighty Lord, 

Shall sound through distant lands 
Great is thy grace and sure thy word ; 
Thy truth forever stands. 

2 Far be thine honor spread, 

And long thy praise endure, 
Till morning light and evening shade 
Shall be exchanged no more. 



56 L. M. 

1 Praise ye the Lord : my heart shall join 
In work so pleasant, so divine ; 

Now while the flesh is my abode. 
And when my soul ascends to God — 

2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers. 
While immortality endures ; 

My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
While life, and thought, and being last. 
54 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 

3 Why should T make a man my trust? 
Princes must die and turn to dust ; 

Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, 
And thoughts all vanish in an hour. 

4 Happy the man whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God : he made the sky, 
And earth, and seas, with all their train ; 
And none shall find his promise vain. 

5 His truth for ever stands secure ; 

He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor 
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, 
And grants the prisoner sweet release. 

6 The Lord to sight restores the blind ; 
The Lord supports the sinking mind ; 
He helps the stranger in distress, 
The widow and the fatherless. 

7 He loves his saints, he knows them well, 
But turns the wicked down to hell; 
Thy God, Zion. ever reigns; 

Praise him in everlasting strains. 

57 L. P. M. 

1 I'll praise my Maker with my breath 
And when my voice is lost in death, 

Praise shall employ my nobler powers : 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
While life, and thought, and being last. 
Or immortality endures. 

55 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 

Why should I make a man my trust? 
Princes must die and turn to dust ; 

Vain is the help of flesh and blood ; 
Their breath 'departs, their pomp and power 
And thoughts all vanish in an hour ; 

Nor can they make their promise good. 

Happy the man whose hopes rely 
On Israel's God : He made the sky, 

And earth and seas, with all their train : 
His truth for ever stands secure ; 
He saves th 5 oppressed, he feeds the poor, 

And none shall find his promise vain. 

The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ; 
The Lord supports the sinking mind ; 

He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, 
He helps the stranger in distress, 
The widow and the fatherless. 

And grants the prisoner sweet release. 

He loves his saints, he knows them well, 
But turns the wicked down to hell } 

Thy God, Zion, ever reigns : 
Let every tongue, let every age, 
In this exalted work engage ; 

Praise him in everlasting strains. 
56 



THE PRAISES OE GOD. 

I'll praise him while he lends me breath ; 
And when my voice is lost in death, 

Praise shall employ my nobler powers : 
My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 
While life, and thought, and being last, 

Or immortality endures. 



58 H. M. 

1 Let every creature join 

To bless Jehovah's name, 
And every power unite 

To swell th' exalted theme ; 
Let nature raise, from every tongue, 
A general song of grateful praise. 

2 But, 0, from human tongues 

Should nobler praises now, 
And every thankful heart 

With warm devotion glow ; 
Your voices raise, you highly blest ; 
Above the rest declare his praise. 

3 Assist me, gracious God ; 

My heart, my voice inspire ; 
Then shall I humbly join 

The universal choir ; 
Thy love can raise my heart and tongue, 
And tune my song to lively praise. 

57 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 



59 C. M. 

1 Sing to the Lord in joyful strains ; 

Let earth his praise resound ; 
Let all the cheerful nations join 
To spread his glory round. 

2 Thou city of the Lord, begin 

The universal song; 
And let the scattered villages 
The cheerful notes prolong ; — 

3 Till, 'midst the strains of distant lands, 

The islands sound his praise ; 
And all, combined, with one accord, 
Jehovah's glories raise. 



60 C. M. 

1 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 

Whose breath our souls inspired ; 
Loud, and more loud, the anthems raise, 
With grateful ardor fired. 

2 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 

Whose goodness, passing thought, 
Loads every moment, as it flies, 
With benefits unsought. 

5d 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 

3 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 

From whom salvation flows, 
Who sent his Son our souls to save 
From everlasting woes. 

4 Lift up to God the voice of praise, 

For hope's transporting ray, 
Which lights, through darkest shades of death, 
To realms of endless day. 



61 C. M. 

1 Awake, my soul, to sound his praise ; 

Awake, my harp, to sing ; 
Join, all my powers, the song to raise, 
And morning incense bring. 

2 Among the people of his care, 

And through the nations round, 
Glad songs of praise will I prepare, 
And there his name resound. 

3 Be thou exalted, my God, 

Above the starry frame ; 
Diffuse thy heavenly grace abroad, 
And teach the world thy name. 

4 So shall thy chosen sons rejoice, 

And throng thy courts above, 
While sinners hear thy pardoning voice, 
And taste redeeming love. 

59 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 

62 6s. & 4s. 

1 Praise ye Jehovah's name ; 
Praise through his courts proclaim ; 

Rise and adore; 
High o'er the heavens above, 
Sound his great acts of love, 
While his rich grace we prove, 

Vast as his power. 

2 Now let the trumpet raise 
Triumphant sounds of praise, 

Wide as his fame ; 
There let the harp be found ; 
Organs, with solemn sound, 
Roll your deep notes around, 

Filled with his name. 

3 While his high praise you sing, 
Shake every sounding string : 

Sweet the accord ! 
He vital breath bestows ; 
Let every breath that flows 
His noblest fame disclose : 

Praise ye the Lord. 

63 L. M. 

1 praise the Lord in that blest place 

From whence his goodness largely flows 
Praise him in heaven, where he his face 
Unveiled in perfect glory shows. 
60 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 

2 Praise him for all the mighty acts 

Which he in our behalf hath done ; 
His kindness this return exacts, 

With which our praise should equal run. 

3 Let all, who vital breath enjoy, 

The breath he doth to them afford 
In just returns of praise employ ; 
Let every creature praise the Lord. 



64 8s. & 7s. 

1 Praise the Lord; you heavens, adore him 

Praise him, angels, in the height ; 
Sun and moon, rejoice before him ; 
Praise him, all you stars of light. 

2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; 

Worlds his mighty voice obeyed ; 
Laws which never can be broken, 
For their guidance he hath made. 

3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious ; 

Never shall his promise fail; 
God hath made his saints victorious ; 
Sin and death shall not prevail. 

4 Praise the God of our salvation ; 

Hosts on high, his power proclaim ; 
Heaven and earth and all creation, 
Praise and magnify his name. 

6 61 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 



65 7s. 

1 Praise the Lord ; his glory bless ; 
Praise him in his holiness ; 
Praise him as the theme inspires ; 
Praise him as his fame requires. 

2 Let the trumpet's lofty sound 
Spread its loudest notes around ; 
Let the harp unite, in praise, 
With the sacred minstrel's lays. 

3 Let the organ join to bless 

God, the Lord our Righteousness ; 
Tune your voice to spread the fame 
Of the great Jehovah's name. 

4 All who dwell beneath his light, 
In his praise your hearts unite ; 
While the stream of song is poured 
Praise and magnify the Lord. 



66 L. M. 

Be thou, God, exalted high ; 
And as thy glory fills the sky, 
So let it be on earth displayed, 
Till thou art here, as there, obeyed. 
62 



THE PRAISES OF GOD. 

2 God, my heart is fixed ; 'tis bent 
Its thankful tribute to present; 

And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise 
To thee, my God, in songs of praise. 

3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound 
To all the listening nations round; 
Thy mercy highest heaven transcends ; 
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 

4 Be thou, God, exalted high ; 
And as thy glory fills the sky, 
So let it be on earth displayed, 
Till thou art here, as there, obeyed. 



67 L. M. 

1 There seems a voice in every gale, 
A tongue in every openiDg flower, 
Which tells, Lord, the wondrous tale 

Of thy indulgence, love, and power ; 
The birds, that rise on quivering wing, 

Appear to hymn their Maker's praise, 
And all the mingling sounds of spring 
To thee a general anthem raise. 

63 



THE PROMISE OF A MESSIAH. 

And shall my voice, great God. alone 

Be mute 'midst Nature's loud acclaim, 
Nor let my heart, with answering tone, 

Breathe forth in praise thy holy name ? 
All Nature's debt is small to mine, 

For Nature soon shall cease to be ; 
But — matchless proof of love divine — 

Thou giv'st immortal life to me. 



THE PROMISE OF A MESSIAH. 



68 L. M. 

1 Behold the Abrahamic seed ! 
Behold the great Messiah come ! 
Behold the prophets all agreed 
To give him the superior room ! 

2 Abra'm the saint rejoic'd of old, 
When visions of the Lord he saw : 
Moses the man of God foretold 
This great fulfiller of his law. 

64 



THE PROMISE OF A MESSIAH. 

3 The types bore witness to his name, 
Obtain'd their chief design, and eeas'd ; 
The incense and the bleeding lamb, 
The ark, the altar, and the priest. 

4 Predictions in abundance meet 

To join their blessings on his head ; 
Jesus, we worship at thy feet, 
And nations own the promis'd seed. 

69 lis. M. 

1 A voice from the desert comes peaceful and 

shrill ; 
The Lord is advancing ! prepare you the 

way ; 
The word of Jehovah he comes to fulfil, 
And o'er the dark world pour the splendor 

of day. 

2 Bring down the proud mountain, though 

towering to heaven, 
And be the low valley exalted on high : 
The rough path and crooked be made smooth 

and even, 
For, Zion ! your King, your Redeemer is 

nigh. 

3 The beams of salvation his progress illume 
The lone dreary wilderness sings of her Lord 
The rose and the myrtle there suddenly bloom. 
And the olive of peace spreads its branches 

abroad. 

6* 65 



THE PROMISE OF A MESSIAH. 



TO C. M. 

1 Behold my servant ; see him rise 

Exalted in my might ! 
Him have I chosen, and in him 
I place supreme delight. 

2 On him, in rich effusion poured, 

My Spirit shall descend; 
My truths and judgment he shall show 
To earth's remotest end. 

3 Gentle and still shall be his voice ; 

No threats from him proceed ; 
The smoking flax shall he not quench. 
Nor break the bruised reed. 

4 The feeble spark to flames he'll raise ; 

The weak will not despise ; 
Judgment he shall bring forth to truth, 
And make the fallen rise. 

5 The progress of his zeal -and power 

Shall never now decline, 
Till foreign lands and distant isles 
Receive the law divine. 
66 



THE INCARNATION. 



71- L. M. 

1 The Lord is come ; the heavens proclaim 
His birth ; the nations learn his name ; 
An unknown star directs the road 

Of eastern sages to their Lord. 

2 All you bright armies of the skies, 
Go, worship where the Saviour lies ; 
Angels and kings before him bow, 
Those gods on high, and gods below. 

3 Let idols totter to the ground, 

And their own worshippers confound; 

But Zion shall his glories sing, 

And earth confess her sovereign King. 



7 2 CM. 

1 Thus saith the Lord, " Your work is vain. 

Give your burnt offerings o'er, 
In dying goats and bullocks- slain, 
My soul delights no more." 

2 Then spake the Saviour, " Lo, I'm here. 

My God, to do thy will ; 
Whate'er thy sacred books declare 
Thy servant shall fulfil. 

67 



THE INCARNATION. 

3 " Thy law is ever in my sight, 

I keep it near my heart ; 
Mine eyes are opened with delight 
To what thy lips impart." 

4 And see, the blest Redeemer comes, 

Th' glorious Son appears, 
And at th' appointed time assumes 
The body God prepares. 



73 L. M. 

1 The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, 
Exceed our praise, surmount our thought : 
Should I attempt the long detail, 

My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 

2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt, 

Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt ; 
But thou hast set before our eyes 
An all-sufficient sacrifice. 

3 Lo ! thy beloved Son appears, 
To thy designs he bows his ears ; 
Assumes a body well prepared, 
And well performs a work so hard. 

4 u Behold, I come," the Saviour cries, 
With love and dutv in his eyes, 

" I come, to bear the heavy load 
Of sins, and do thy will, my God. 
68' 



THE INCARNATION. 



11 'Tis written in thy great decree, 
3 Tis in thy book foretold of me, 
I must fulfil the Saviour's part, 
And lo ! thy law is in my heart." 



74 P. M. 

1 No war nor battle's sound 
Was heard the world around ; 

No hostile chiefs to furious combat ran ; 

But peaceful was the night, 

In which the Prince of light 
His reign of peace upon the earth began. 

2 The herdsmen on the lawn, 
Before the point of dawn, 

In social circle sat ; while, all around, 

The gentle, fleecy brood 

Or crooped the flowery food, 
Or slept, or sported on the verdant ground. 

3 When lo ! with ravished ears, 
Each swain delighted hears 

Sweet music, offspring of no mortal hand ; 
Divinely warbled voice, 
Answering the stringed noise, 
With blissful rapture charmed the listening 
band. 

69 



THE INCARNATION. 

4 Hail, hail, auspicious morn ! 

The Saviour, Christ is born ! 
Such was the raptured seraph's song sublime. 

Glory to God in heaven ! 

To man sweet peace be given, 
Sweet peace and friendship, to the end of time ! 



7 5 L. M. 

1 Our souls shall magnify the Lord ; 
In Christ the Saviour we rejoice : 
While we repeat the virgin's song, 
May the same spirit tune our voice. 

2 The Highest saw her low estate, 

And mighty things his hand hath done : 
His over-shadowing pow'r and grace 
Made her the mother of his son. 

3 He spoke to Abra'm and his seed, 

" In thee shall all the earth be bless'd :" 
The mem'ry of that ancient word 
Lay long in his eternal breast. 

4 And now no more shall Isr'el wait, 
No more the Gentiles lie forlorn : 
Lo, the desire of nations come ; 
Behold the promis'd seed is born ! 

70 



THE INCARNATION. 



To those that fear and trust the Lord, 
His mercy stands for ever sure ; 
From age to age his promise lives, 
And the performance is secure. 



76 S. M. 

1 Behold! the grace appears, 

The promise is fulfilled ; 
Mary, the favor'd virgin, hears, 
And Jesus is the child. 

2 The great, th' eternal God, 

Calls him his only Son : 
He bids him rule the lands abroad, 
And gives him David's throne. 

3 O'er Jacob shall he reign, 

With a peculiar sway : 
The nations shall his grace obtain, 
His kingdom ne'er decay. 

4 Glory to God on high, 

And heav'nly peace on earth ; 
Good-will to men, to angels joy, 
At the Redeemer's birth. 

5 In worship so divine, 

Angels employ'd their tongues ; 
"We, with the hosts celestial join, 
And loud repeat their songs. 

71 



THE INCARNATION. 



6 Glory to God on high, 

And heav'nly peace on earth ; 
Good-will to men, to angels joy, 
At our Redeemer's birth. 



77 C. M. 

1 Awake, awake, the sacred song 

To our incarnate Lord : 
Let ev'ry heart and every tongue, 
Adore th' eternal Word. 

2 Jehovah's wisdom, pow'r, and love. 

Shone in their brightest forms, 
When Jesus left his throne above, 
To dwell with sinful worms. 

£ To dwell with mis'ry here below, 
The Saviour left the skies ; 
And sunk to wretchedness, and woe, 
That worthless men might rise. 

4 Adoring angels tun'd their songs, 

To hail the joyful day : 
With rapture, then, let mortal tongues 
Their grateful worship pay. 

5 What glory. Lord, to thee is due ! 

With wonder we adore ; 
But, could we sing as angels do, 
Our highest praise were poor. 
72 



THE INCARNATION. 



78 H. M. 

1 The long expected morn, 
Has dawa'd upon the earth ; 
The Saviour, Christ, is born, 
And Angels sing his birth ; 

We'll join the bright seraphic throng, 
And share their joys and swell their song. 

2 G-ood will and peace divine, 
To highly favor'd man : 

No wisdom. Lord, but thine 
Could form the gracious plan : 
To save the guilty and the lost, 
Thyself remaining true and just. 

3 Praise then the Lord most high, 
On earth he deign'd to dwell, 
Incarnate to destroy 

The works of death and hell ; 
Hosanna in the highest strain, 
Great peace on earth — good will to men. 



79 L. M. 

1 The lands, that long in darkness lay, 
Now have beheld a heav'nly light ; 
Nations that sat in death's cold shade, 
Are bless'd with beams divinely bright. 
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THE INCARNATION. 

2 The virgin's proniis'd Son is born ; 
Behold th' expected child appears ! 
What shall his names or titles be 1 
The Wonderful, the Counsellor. 

3 The government of earth and seas 
Upon his shoulders shall be laid ; 
His wide dominions shall increase, 
And honors to his name be paid. 

4 Jesus, the holy child, shall sit 
High on his father David's throne ; 
Shall crush his foes beneath his feet, 
And reign to ages yet unknown. 



SO 7s. 

1 Hark ! the herald-angels sing, 
Glory to the new-born King ; 
Peace on earth and mercy mild, 
Sinners to God are reconciled. 

2 Joyful, all you nations, rise, 
Join the triumph of the skies ; 
With the heav'nly host proclaim, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem. 

3 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd, 
Christ, the everlasting Lord, 
Lowly laid his glory by ; 

Born for men, for men he died. 

74 



THE INCARNATION. 



4 Hail ! thou heav'n-born Prince of peace ; 
Hail ! thou Sun of righteousness ; 
Ris'n with healing on thy wings. 
Light and life thy rising brings. 



81 L. M. 

1 Ere the blue heavens were stretch'd abroad 
From everlasting was the Word ; 

With God he was ; the Word was God, 
And must divinely be ador'd. 

2 By his own power were all things made j 
By him supported all things stand ; 

He is the whole creation's Head, 
And angels fly at his command. 

3 Ere sin began, or Satan fell, 

He led the host of morning stars ; 

(Thy generation who can tell, 

Or count the number of thy years?) 

4 But lo, he leaves those heavenly forms, 
The Word descends and dwells in clay, 
That he may converse hold with worms, 
Drest in such feeble flesh as they. 

5 Mortals with joy behold his face, 
Th' eternal Father's only Son ; 

How full of truth ! how full of grace ! 
When from his flesh his glory shone. 

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THE MESSIAH HAS COME. 



82 7s. M. 

1 Sons of men, behold from far, 
Hail the long-expected star ! 
Star of truth that gilds the night, 
And guides bewildered man aright. 

2 Mild it shines on all beneath. 
Piercing through the shades of death ; 
Scattering error's wide-spread night; 
Kindling darkness into light. 

3 Nations all, remote and near, 
Haste to see your Lord appear ; 
Haste, for him your hearts prepare, 
Meet him manifested there ! 

4 There behold the day-spring rise, 
Pouring light on mortal eyes ; 
See it chase the shades away, 
Shining to the perfect day ! 



83 C. M. 

1 Joy to the world ! the Lord is come ! 
Let earth receive her Kins; ; 
Let every heart prepare him room, 
And heaven and nature sing. 
76 



THE MESSIAH HAS COME. 

2 Joy to the earth ! the Saviour reigns ! 

Let men their songs employ ; 
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains 
Repeat the sounding joy. 

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, 

Nor thorns infest the ground ; 
He comes to make his blessings flow 
As far as sin is found. 

4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of his righteousness, 
And wonders of his love. 



84 S. M. 

1 Behold the Prince of Peace ! 

The chosen of the Lord, 

God's well-beloved Son, fulfils 

The sure prophetic word. 

2 No royal pomp adorns 

This King of Righteousness : 
Meekness and patience, truth and love 
Compose his princely dress. 

3 The Spirit of the Lord, 

In rich abundance shed, 
On this great prophet gently lights, 
And rests upon his head. 

7* 77 



THE MESSIAH HAS COME. 

4 Jesus, the light of men ! 

His doctrine life imparts ; 
may we feel its quickening power 
Within our cheerful hearts. 

5 Cheered by its beams, our souls 

Shall run the heavenly way : 
The path which Christ has marked and trod, 
Will lead to endless day. 



85 C. M. 

1 Jehovah spoke, and Gabriel sped, 

Upborne on wings of light ; 
Celestial glory round him spread, 
And changed to day the night. 

2 Swift down to earth the herald flew, 

From God's eternal throne ; 
His shining robe, of rainbow hue, 
The stars, moon, sun, outshone. 

3 The voice of Love was heard on high, 

Loud anthems rolled around ; 
Ten thousand angels left the sky 
To chant salvation's sound. 

4 From Zion's hill to worlds above 

Re-echoed back the strain, 
And golden harps, attuned to love, 
Thus swept Ephratah's plain ; — 

78 



THE MESSIAH HAS COME. 

5 He comes ! the mighty Saviour comes ! 

Goodwill, peace, joy, prevail ; 
Glad tidings shout ; prepare him room ; 
Hail, glorious Saviour, hail ! 

6 Wide o'er the world thy sceptre sway, 

Till nations prostrate fall ; 
Kings, princes, men, thy law obey, 
And crown thee Lord of all. 

86 S. M. 

1 Joy to the world below — 

The Lord himself is come ! 
Let mighty kings before him bow, 
And monarchs give him room. 

2 Joy to the earth he brings, 

And angels shout his praise ; 
Let every soul an anthem sing 
In heaven-inspiring lays. 

3 He rules with truth and grace, 

And makes the nations prove 
The glories of his righteousness, 
And wonders of his love. 

87 L M. 

I From Jesse's root a Branch did rise, 
Whose fragrance fills the lofty skies, 
Which spreads its leaves from pole to pole, 
A healing balm for every soul. 

79 



THE MESSIAH HAS COME. 

2 The sick, the weak, the halt, and blind, 
In him do aid and comfort find, — 

A remedy for every wound, 

Or moral pain, that can be found. 

3 This is the Saviour long foretold ; 
Hear him, ye deaf ; ye blind, behold : 
He's come to make his grace abound, 
As far as sin or death is found. 



88 7s. 6s. 

Hail to the Lord's anointed ! 

Great David's greater Son ; 
Hail in the time appointed, 

His reign on earth begun ! 
He comes to break oppression ; 

To set the captive free ; 
To take away transgression, 

And rule in equity. 

He comes, with succor speedy 

To those who suffer wrong ; 
To help the poor and needy, 

And bid the weak be strong ; 
To give them songs for sighing, 

Their darkness turn to light, 
Whose souls, condemn'd and dying, 

Were precious in his sight. 
bO 



THE MESSIAH HAS COME. 

3 He shall come clown like showers 

Upon the fruitful earth, 
And love and joy, like flowers, 

Spring in his path to birth : 
Before him, on the mountains, 

Shall peace, the herald, go ; 
And righteousness in fountains 

From hill to valley flow. 

4 For him shall pray'r unceasing, 

And daily vows ascend ; 
His kingdom still increasing, 

A kingdom without end : 
The tide of time shall never 

His covenant remove ; 
His name shall stand forever : 

That name to us is — Love. 



89 6s. 8s. 

In Jordan's tide the Baptist stands, 
Immersing the repenting Jews ; 

The Son of God the rite demands, 
Nor dares the holy man refuse: 

Jesus descends beneath the wave, 

The emblem of his future grave ! 

81 



THE SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST. 

2 But. lo ! from yonder op'ning skies, 

What beams of dazzling glory spread ! 
Dove-like the Holy Spirit flies, 

And lights on the Redeemer's head : 
Amaz'd they see the power divine 
Around the Saviour's temples shine. 

3 Then does the Father loud proclaim, 

In audience of the wond'ring crowd; 
Attend all nations ; hear the name 

His Father gave : he spoke aloud : 
This is my well-beloved Son ! 
I see, well pleas'd, what he has done ! 



THE SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST. 



90 L. M. 

1 Behold the man ! how glorious he! * 
Before his foes he stands unawed, 
And, without wrong or blasphemy, 
He claims to be the son of God. 

2 Behold the man ! by all condemned, 
Assaulted by a host of foes ; 

His person and his claims contemned, 
A man of sufferings and of woes. 
82 



THE SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST. 

3 Behold the man ! so weak he seems, 
His awful word inspires no fear ; 

But soon must he who now blasphemes, 
Before his judgment seat appear. 

4 Behold the man ! though scorned below. 



He bears the greatest name above; 
The angels at his footstool bow, 
And all his royal claims approve. 



91 L. M. 

1 He dies ! the Friend of sinners dies ! 

Lo, Salem's daughters weep around, 
A solemn darkness veils the skies, 

A sudden trembling shakes the ground ! 

2 Here's love and grief beyond degree ; 

The Lord of -glory dies for men ; 
But, lo, what sudden joys we see, — 
Jesus, the dead, revives again ! 

3 Break off your tears, you saints, and say, 

How high your great Deliverer reigns ; 
Sing how he rose to endless day, 

And led the tyrant Death in chains. 

4 Say, Live forever, glorious King, 

Born to redeem, and strong to save ! 
Then ask the monster, Where's thy sting, 
And, Where's thy victory, boasting grave ? 

S3 



THE SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST. 



92 L. M. 

1 " Father divine," the Saviour cried, 
While horrors pressed on every side. 
And prostrate on the ground he lay, 
" Remove this bitter cup away. 

2 " But if these pangs must still be borne, 
Or helpless man be left forlorn. 

I bow my soul before thy throne, 

And say, — Thy will, not mine, be done." 

3 Thus our submissive souls would bow, 
And, taught by Jesus, lie as low ; 
Our hearts, and not our lips alone, 
Would say, — Thy will, not ours, be done. 

4 Then, though like him in dust we lie, 
We'll view the blissful moment nigh, 
Which, from our portion in his pains, 
Calls to the joy in which he reigns. 



93 L. M. 

The morning dawns upon the place 
Where Jesus spent the night in prayer: 
Through yielding glooms behold his face, 
Nor form nor comeliness is there. 
84 



THE SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST. 

2 Last eve, by those he called his own. 
Betrayed, forsaken or denied, 

He met his enemies alone, 

In all their malice, rage, and pride. 

3 No guile within his mouth is found, 
He neither threatens nor complains : 
Meek as a lamb for slaughter bound, 
Dumb midst his murderers he remains. 

4 But hark ! He prays, — 'tis for his foes ; 
He speaks. — 'tis comfort to his friends ; 
Answers — and Paradise bestows ; 

He bows his head ; the conflict ends. 

5 Truly this was the Son of God ! — 
Though in a servant's mean disguise, 
And bruised beneath the Father's rod; 
Not for himself, — for man he dies. 



94 L. M. 

1 I^rom tribulation's gloomy vale, 

Where Jesus bowed, where Jesus bled 
The suffering, conquering Lamb of God 
Shall lift on high his glorious head. 

2 For rebel man the Saviour died ; 

For man he burst the rocky tomb, 
And oped by death a door of hope, 
That enters on the world to come. 
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THE SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST 

The bow, the sword, the sting of death, 
Christ Jesus' death has turned away. 

And Achor's vale, this vale of tears, 
Now beams with everlasting day. 



95 L. M. 

1 Now let our mournful songs record 
The sorrows of our dying Lord, 
When he complain'd in tears and blood, 
As one forsaken by his God. 

2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, 

And shook their heads and laugh'd in scorn: 
" He rescu'd others from the grave, 
Now let him try himself to save. 

3 £i This is the man did once pretend 
God was his Father and his Friend ; 
If God, the blessed, lov'd him so, 
Why does he fail to help him now?" 

4 ! savage people ! cruel priests ! 

How they stood round like raging beasts ! 

Like lions gaping to devour, 

When God had left him in their power ! 

5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, 
Till streams of blood each other meet ; 
By lot his garments they divide, 

And mock the pangs in which he died. 

86 



THE SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST. 

6 But God his Father heard his cry ; 
Bais'd from the dead he reigns on high ; 
The nations learn his righteousness, 
And humble sinners taste his grace. 



96 8s. & 7s. 

Hark ! the voice of love and mercy 
Sounds aloud from Calvary ; 

See ! it rends the rocks asunder, 
Shakes the earth, and veils the sky! 
It is finish'd ! 

Hear the dying Saviour cry. 

It is finish'd ! what pleasure 
Do these precious words afford ! 

Heav'nly pleasures without measure 
Flow to us from Christ the Lord ; 

It is finish'd ! 
Saints, the dying words record. 

Finish'd all the types and shadows 

Of the once unfinish'd law 
Finish'd all that God had promis'd, 
Death and hell no more shall awe : 

It is finish'd ! 
Saints, from this your comfort draw. 

87 



THE SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST. 

Tune your harps anew, you seraphs, 
Join to sing the pleasing theme ; 

All on earth and all in heaven, 
Join to praise Immanuel's name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb I 



97 L. M. 

1 Stretched on the cross, the Saviour dies! 
Hark ! his expiring groans arise ! 
See, how the sacred crimson tide 
Flows from his hands, his feet, his side. 



9 



But life attends the deathful sound, 
And flows from every bleeding wound ; 
The vital stream, how free it flows 
To save and cleanse his rebel foes ! 



3 To suffer in the traitor's place, 
To die for man — surprising grace ! 
Yet pass rebellious angels by — 

why for man, dear Saviour, why ? 

4 And didst thou bleed? — for sinners bleed? 
And could the sun behold the deed ? 

No ! he withdrew his sickening ray, 
And darkness veiled the morning day. 

88 



THE SUFFERINGS AND DEATH OF CHRIST. 

Can T survey this scene of woe, 
Where mingling grief and wonder flow, 
And yet my heart unmoved remain, 
Insensible to love or pain 1 



98 L. M. 

1 'Tis finished ! so the Saviour cried, 
And meekly bowed his head, and died. 
'Tis finished ! yes, the race is run, 
The battle fought, the victory won. 

2 'Tis finished ! all that heaven decreed, 
And all the ancient prophets said, 

Is now fulfilled, as was designed, 
In Christ, the Saviour of mankind. 

3 'Tis finished ! Aaron now no more 
Must stain his robes with purple gore : 
The sacred veil is rent in twain, 

And Jewish rites no more remain. 

4 'Tis finished! let the joyful sound 

Be heard through all the nations round : 
'Tis finished! let the echo fly 
Through heaven, and earth, and sea and sky. 
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THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 



99 7s. M. 

1 Angels, roll'd the rock away ; 
Death, gave up the mighty prey ; 
Then, the Saviour left the to'rnb, 
Glowing with immortal bloom. 

2 Sing you seraphs ; Gabriel, raise 
Fame's eternal trump of praise ; 
Let the earth's remotest bound 
Echo to the blissful sound. 

3 Heaven spread her portals wide ; 

The Glorious Hero, through them rode ; 
The King of glory, took his throne : 
Boundless empire is his own. 

4 Praise him, you celestial choirs, 
Praise, and sweep your golden lyres ; 
Praise him in the noblest songs, 
From ten thousand thousand tongues. 

100 L. M. 

1 When we the sacred grave survey, 
In which the Saviour deign'd to lie, 
We see fulfilled what Prophets say, 
And all the pow'r of death defy. 
90 



THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim 
How weak the bands of conquer'd death : 
Sure pledge that all who trust his name 
Shall rise and draw immortal breath. 

3 Jesus, once number'd with the dead, 
Unseals his eyes to sleep no more; 
And ever lives their cause to plead, 
For whom the pains of death he bore. 

4 Then, though in dust we lay our head, 
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave 
Our flesh forever with the dead, 

Nor lose thy children in the grave ! 



101 8s 

1 Behold, the bright morning appeared, 

And Jesus revived from the grave; 
His rising removes all our fears, 
And shows him almighty to save. 

2 How strong were his tears and his cries ! 

The worth of his blood how divine ! 
How perfect is his sacrifice, 

Who rose, though he suffered for sin. 

3 The man that was crowned with thorns. 

The man that on Calvary died, 
The man that bore scourging and scorns, 
Whom sinners agreed to deride — 

91 



THE RESURRECTION OF CHEJST. 

4 Now blessed forever is made. 

And life has rewarded his pain ; 
Now glory has crowned his head ; 

Heav'n sings of the Lamb that was slain. 

5 Believing, we share in his joy ; 

By faith we partake in his rest ; 
With this we can cheerfully die, 
For with him we hope to be blest. 

6 We wait for his coming again, 

To raise us to honor and fame ; 
This glory his saints shall obtain ; 
His foes shall be clothed with shame. 



102 P.M. 

1 Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 

For Jesus hath risen, and saints cannot die ; 
Yain were the terrors that gathered around him, 
And short the dominion of death and the grave j 
He burst from the fetters of darkness that bound 

him, 
Resplendent in glory, to live and to save: 
Loud was the chorus of angels on high, — 
The Saviour hath risen and saints cannot die. 
92 



THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

2 Glory to God, in full anthems of joy, 

The being he gave us death cannot destroy : 

Sad were the life we must part with to-morrow, 

If tears were our birthright, and death were our 
end ; 

But Jesus hath cheered the dark valley of sor- 
row, 

And bade us, immortal, to heaven ascend : 
Lift then your voices in triumph on high, 
For Jesus hath risen, and saints shall not die. 

103 CM. 

1 Again the Lord of life and light 

Awakes the kindling ray ; 
Unseals the eyelids of the morn, 
And pours increasing day. 

2 what a night was that which wrapt 

The heathen world in gloom ! 
what a sun, which broke, this day, 
Triumphant from the tomb ! 

3 This day be grateful homage paid, 

And loud hosannas sung ; 
Let gladness dwell in every heart, 
And praise on every tongue. 

4 Ten thousand differing lips shall join 

To hail this welcome morn ; 
Which scatters blessings from its wings 
To nations yet unborn. 

93 



?THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 



104 S. M. 

1 " The Lord is risen indeed ;" 
And are the tidings true ? 

The Apostles saw the Saviour bleed, 
And saw him living too. 

2 The Lord is risen indeed ; 
Then death has lost his prey ; 

With him is risen the ransomed seed, 
To reign in endless day. 

3 The Lord is risen indeed ; 
Attending angels hear ; 

Up to the courts of heaven, with speed, 
The joyful tidings bear. 

4 Then take your golden lyres, 
And strike each cheerful chord ; 

Join all the bright celestial choirs, 
To sing our risen Lord. 



105 7s. M. 

Morning breaks upon the tomb ! 
Jesus dissipates its gloom! 
Day of triumph through the skies, 
See the glorious Saviour rise ! 
94 



THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

2 Christians, dry your flowing tears ; 
Chase those unbelieving fears; 
Look on his deserted grave ; 
Doubt no more his power to save. 

3 You who are of death afraid, 
Triuniph in the scattered shade ; 
Drive your anxious fears away ; 
See the place where Jesus lay. 

4 So the rising sun appears, 
Shedding radiance o'er the spheres; 
So returning beams of light 
Chase the terrors of the night. 



106 6s. &4s. 

1 Yes, the Redeemer rose ; 
The Saviour left the dead, 
And o'er his hellish foes 
High rais'd his conqu'ring head : 
In wild dismay, 

The guards around 
Fall to the ground, 
And sink away. 

95 



THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

Lo ! the angelic bands 
In full assembly meet, 
To wait his high commands, 
And worship at his feet: 
Joyful they come, 

And wing their way 
From realms of day 
To Jesus tomb. 

Then back to heaven they fly, 
The joyful news to bear : 
Hark ! as they soar on high, 
What music fills the air : 
Their anthems say, 
" Jesus who bled 
Has left the dead — 
He rose to-day !" 

You mortals, catch the sound, 
Redeetn'd by him from hell, 
And send the echo round 
The globe on which you dwell ; 
Transported cry, 

" Jesus who bled 
Has left the dead, 
No more to die !" 
96 



THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

All hail ! triumphant Lord, 
Who sav'd us by thy blood ; 
Wide be thy name ador'd, 
Thou reigning Son of Grod ! 
With thee we rise, 

With thee we reign, 
And kingdoms gain 
Beyond the skies. 



107 8s. 

1 The angels that watched round the tomb 

Where low the Redeemer was laid, 
When deep in mortality's gloom 
He hid for a season his head ; 

2 That veil'd their fair face while he slept, 

And ceased their sweet harps to employ, 
Have witness'd his rising, and swept 
The chords with the triumphs of joy. 

3 You saints, who once languish'd below, 

But long since have enter'd your rest, 
I pant to be glorified too, 

To lean on ImmanuePs breast! 

4 The grave in which Jesus was laid 

Has buried my guilt and my fears ; 
And while I contemplate its shade, 
The light of his presence appears. 
9 $7 



THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

5 sweet is the season of rest, 

When life's weary journey is done! 
The blush that spreads over its west, 
The last ling'ring ray of its sun ! 

6 Though dreary the empire of night, 

I soon shall emerge from its gloom, 
And see immortality's light 

Arise on the shades of the tomb. 

7 Then welcome the last rending sighs, 

When these aching heartstrings shall break ; 
When death shall extinguish these eyes, 
And moisten with dew the pale cheek ! 

8 No terror the prospect begets, 

I am not mortality's slave, 
The sunbeam of life as it sets 

Leaves a halo of peace on the grave. 



108 7s 

1 " Christ the Lord is ris'n to-day !" 
Sons of men and angels say ; 
Raise your joys and triumphs high ; 
Sing, you heav'ns, and earth reply ! 

2 Love's redeeming work is done — 
Fought the fight — the battle won — 
Lo ! the Sun's eclipse is o'er ; 

Lo ! he sets in blood no more. 
98 



THE RESURRECTION OF CHRIST. 

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal ; 
Christ has burst the gates of hell : 
Death in vain forbids his rise ; 
Christ has open'd Paradise. 

4 Lives again our glorious King ! 
Where, death, is now thy sting? 
Once he died our souls to save — 
Where's thy vict'ry boasting grave ? 

5 Soar we now where Christ has led, 
Foll'wing our exalted Head ; 
Made like Him, like Him we rise — 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 

6 What though once we perish'd all, 
Partners of our parents' fall, 
Better life we now receive — 

In our heav'nly Adam live. 

7 Hail, thou Lord of earth and heav'n ! 
Praise to thee by both be giv'n ; 
Thee we greet, triumphant now — 
Hail! the resurrection Thou. 

99 



THE COMMANDMENT TO THE APOSTLES. 



109 L. M. 

1 " Go preach my gospel," saith the Lord, 
u Bid the whole earth my grace receive ; 
He shall be sav'd that trusts my word, 
He shall be damn'd that won't believe. 

2 u I'll make your great commission known, 
And you shall prove my gospel true 

By all the works that I have done, 
By all the wonders you shall do. 

3 " Go heal the sick, go raise the dead, 
Go cast out demons in my name ; 
Nor let my prophets be afraid, 

Tho' Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme. 

4 " Teach all the nations my commands, 
I'm with you till the world shall end ; 
All power is trusted in my hands, 

I can destroy, and I defend." 

5 He spoke, and light shone round his head. 
On a bright cloud to heaven he rode : 
They to the farthest nation spread 

The grace of their ascended Lord. 
100 



THE COMMANDMENT TO THE APOSTLES. 

110 L. M. 

1 Great was the day, the joy was great, 
When the belov'd disciples met-; 
And on their heads the Spirit came, 
And sat like tongues of cloven flame. 

2 What gifts, what miracles he gave ! 
The power to kill — the power to save, 
Furnish'd their tongues with wondrous words, 
Instead of shields, and spears and swords. 

3 Thus armed he sent the champions forth, 
From East to West, from South to North : 
" Go and assert your Saviour's cause — 
Go, spread the myst'ry of his cross !" 

4 These weapons of the holy war, 
Of what almighty force they are 
To make our stubborn passions bow, 
And lay the proudest rebel low ! 

5 The Greeks and Jews, the learn'd and rude, 
Are by these heav'nly arms subdued ; 
While Satan rages at his loss, 

And hates the doctrine of the cross. 

111 L. M. % 

1 'Twas the commission of our Lord, 
" Go teach the nations, and baptize ;" 
The nations have received the word 
Since he ascended to the skies. 

9* 101 



THE ASCENSION. 

2 He sits upon th 7 eternal hills, 
With grace and pardon in his hands ; 
And sends his cov'nant, with its seals, 
To bless the distant Pagan lands. 

3 " Reform and be immers'd," he saith, 
" For the remission of your sins," 
And thus our sense assists our faith, 
And shows us what the gospel means 

4 Our souls he washes in his blood, 
As water makes the body clean ; 
And the good spirit from our God 
Descends like purifying rain. 



THE ASCE3VSION. 



112 L. M. 

1 Our Lord is risen from the dead, 
The Saviour is gone up on high ; 
The powers of hell are captive led, 
Drawn to the portals of the sky. 

2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay — 
Lift up your heads, you heav'nly gates ! 
You everlasting doors, give way ! 

102 



THE ASCENSION. 

Loose all your bars of massy light, 
And wide unfold the radiant scene ; 
He claims those mansions as his right — 
Receive the King of glory in ! 

u Who is the King of glory ?— Who 2" 
The Lord, who all his foes o'ercame ; 
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew 
And Jesus is the conqu'ror's name. 

Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay ; 
Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates 
You everlasting doors, give way ! 

K Who is the King of glory ?— Who ?" 
The Lord of boundless might possess'd, 
The King of saints and angels too, 
Lord over all, forever blest ! 



113 C. M. 

1 This day be grateful homage paid, 

And loud hosannas sung ; 
Let gladness dwell in every heart, 
And praise on every tongue. 

2 Jesus, the Friend of human kind, 

With strong compassion moved, 
Descended from his Father, God, 
To save the souls he loved. 

103 



THE ASCENSION. 

3 The powers of darkness leagued in vain 

To bind his soul in death ; 
He shook their kingdom, when he fell, 
With his expiring breath. 

4 And now his conquering chariot wheels 

Ascend the lofty skies ; 
While broke, beneath the Victor's cross, 
Death's iron sceptre lies. 

5 Exalted high at God's right hand, 

And Lord of all below, 
Through him is pardoning love dispensed, 
And boundless blessings flow. 



114 H. M. 

Awake, our drowsy powers, 
Shake off each slothful band ; 

The wonders of this day 
Our joyful songs demand. 

Auspicious morn, its blissful rays 

Bright seraphs hail in songs of praise. 

At its approaching dawn, 
Reluctant death resigned — 

The glorious Prince of life 
His dark domains confined : 

Angelic hosts around him bend, 

And shout to see the Lord ascend. 
104 



THE ASCENSION. 

3 All hail, triumphant Lord, 

Heaven with hosannas rings, 
While earth in humble strains 

Thy praise responsive sings ; — 
Worthy art thou, who once was slain, 
Through endless years to live and reign. 

115 C. M. 

1 Beyond the glitt'ring starry sky, 

Which God's right hand sustains, 
There, in the boundless world of light, 
Our great Redeemer reigns. 

2 Legions of angels, strong and fair, 

In countless armies shine 
At his right hand, with golden harps, 
To offer songs divine. 

3 u Hail, Prince I" they cry, " forever hail ! :3 

Whose unexampled love 
Mov'd thee to quit these blissful realms 
And royalties above ! 

4 While from the sons of men on earth 

He sufter'd rude disdain, 
They threw their honors at his feet, 
And waited in his train. 

5 Through all his travels here below 

They did his steps attend ; 
Oft gaz'd, and wonder'd where at length 
This scene of love would end. 

105 



THE ASCENSION. 

6 They heard him in the garden groan, 

And saw his sweat of blood ; 
They saw his pierced hands and feet 
Nail'd to the cursed wood. 

7 They saw him "break the bars of death, 

Which none e'er broke before, 
And rise in conqu'ring majesty, 
To stoop to death no more. 

8 They "brought his chariot from above, 

To bear him to his throne ; 
And with a shout exulting cried, 
" The glorious work is done I" 



116 L. M. 

1 Lord, when thou didst ascend on high, 
Ten thousand angels filled the sky ; 
Those heavenly guards around thee wait 
Like chariots that attend thy state. 

2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear 
More glorious when the Lord was there 
While he pronounced his holy law, 
And struck the chosen tribes with awe. 

3 How bright the triumph none can tell, 
When the rebellious powers of hell, 
That thousand souls had captive made, 
Were all in chains, like captives, led. 

106 



THE ASCENSION. 



Rais'd by his father to the throne, 
He sent his promised Spirit down, 
With gifts and grace for rebel men, 
That God might dwell on earth again. 



117 KM. 

1 All hail ! the glorious morn, 
That saw our Saviour rise, 
With vict'ry bright adorned, 
And triumph in his eyes ; 

You saints extol your risen Lord, 
And sing his praise with sweet accord. 

2 The conqueror ascends, 
In triumph to the skies ; 
Celestial hosts attend 
To crown his victories ; 

Hark ! they proclaim his glorious name ; 
And heaven resounds Immanuel's fame. 

3 All praise be to the Lamb, 
Who offered up his blood ; 
Hosannas to his name, 
That for our ransom stood ; 

In notes sublime, with joy we sing, 
The love divine of Christ our king. 

107 



THE CORONATION OP CHRIST. 



118 CM. 

1 All hail the power of Jesus' name ! 

Let angels prostrate fall ; 
Bring forth the royal diadem, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

2 Crown him, you martyrs of our God. 

Who from his altar call ; 
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

3 You chosen seed of Israel's race, 

A remnant weak and small, 
Hail him who saves you by his grace, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

4 You Gentle sinners, ne'er forget 

The wormwood and the gall ; 
Go, spread your trophies at his feet, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

5 Babes, men. and sires, who know his love. 

Who feel } T our sin and thrall, 
Now join with all the hosts above, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

6 Let ev'ry kindred, ev'ry tribe, 

On this terrestrial ball, 
To him all majesty ascribe, 
And crown him Lord of all. 

108 



THE CORONATION OF CHRIST. 

that with yonder sacred throng 

We at his feet may fall ! 
We'll join the everlasting song, 

And crown him Lord of all. 



119 L. M. 

1 Lo, what enraptured songs of praise 

Resound through heaven to Christ the 
Lord ! 
Adoring angels on him gaze, 

And swell the golden trump of fame. 

2 Amid his smiles and glories bright, 

Transported millions round him bend, 
And, robed in life's primeval light, 
The honors of his crown extend. 

3 Salvation to the King they cry, 

That sits upon the shining throne. 
Who once for sinful men did die, 

That he might seek and bring them home. 

4 Hosanna ! all may join the song, 

In heaven, in earth, and in the seas ; 
Salvation sound from every tongue 
In swelling notes of ceaseless praise. 
10 109 



THE CORONATION OF CHRIST. 



120 8s. 7s. & 4s. 

Look, you saints : — the sight is glorious,- 
See the Man of sorrows now ; 

From the fight returned victorious. 
Every knee to him shall bow : 

Crown him, crown him ; 
Crowns become the Victor's brow. 

Crown the Saviour, angels, crown him ; 

Rich the trophies Jesus brings ; 
In the seat of power enthrone him, 

While the heavenly concave rings : 
Crown him, crown him ; 

Crown the Saviour King of kings. 

Sinners in derision crowned him, 
Mocking thus the Saviour's claim ; 

Saints and angels crowd around him, 
Own his title, praise his name : 

Crown him, crown him ; 
Spread abroad the Victor's fame. 

Hark ! those bursts of acclamation ! 

Hark ! those loud, triumphant chords! 
Jesus takes the highest station j 
0. what joy the sight affords! 

Crown him, crown him ; 
King of kings, and Lord of lords, 
no 



THE CORONATION OF CHRIST. 



121 7s. 6s. 

1 Glory, glory to our King ! 

Crowns unfading wreath his head ; 
Jesus is the name we sing — 

Jesus risen from the dead ; 
Jesus, Conqueror o'er the grave ; 
Jesus, mighty now to save. 

2 Now behold him high enthroned, 

Glory beaming from his face, 
By adoring angels owned, 

King of holiness and grace : 
for hearts and tongues to sing, 
Glory, glory to our King ! 

3 Jesus, on thy people shine ; 

Warm our hearts and tune our tongues, 
That with angels we may join, — 

Share their bliss, and swell their songs : 
Glory, honor, praise, and power, 
Lord, be thine forevermore. 

Ill 



THE REIGN OF CHRIST. 



122 L. M. 

1 Thus the eternal Father spoke 

To Christ the Son : — Ascend, and sit 
At my right hand till I shall make 
Thy foes submissive at thy feet. 

2 From Zion shall thy word proceed ; 

Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand, 
Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed. 
And bow their wills to thy command. 

3 That day shall show thy power is great, 

When saints shall flock with willing minds. 
And sinners crowd thy temple gate, 
Where holiness in beauty shines. 

4 power divine ! glorious day ! 

What a large victory shall ensue ! 
And converts, who thy grace obey, 
Exceed the drops of morning dew ! 

123 6s. & 8s. 

1 Rejoice — the Lord is King! 
The Prince of Life adore; 
O Zion ! shout and sing, 
And triumph evermore. 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
With gladness great do you rejoice. 
112 



THE REIGN OF CHRIST. 

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns ; 
His character is love ; 
When he had purg'd our sins, 
He took his seat above : 

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
With gladness great do you rejoice. 

3 His kingdom cannot fail ; 

He rules o'er earth and heav'n ; 

The keys of death and hell 

Are to our Saviour giv'n : 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
With gladness great do you rejoice. 

4 He sits at God's right hand, 
Till all his foes submit, 
And bow at his command, 
And fall beneath his feet : 

Lift up your heart, lift up your voice 
With gladness great do you rejoice. 

124 CM. 

1 Jesus his empire shall extend ; 

Beneath his gentle sway 
Kings of the earth shall humbly bend, 
And his commands obey. 

2 From sea to sea, from shore to shore, 

All nations shall be blest : 
We hear the noise of war no more ; 
He gives his people rest. 

10* 113 



THE REIGN OF CHRIST. 

3 As rain descends in gentle showers 

In each returning spring, 
Awakes to life the fragrant flowers, 
And makes creation sing, — 

4 So Jesus, by his heavenly grace, 

Descends on man below ; 
His blessings on the human race 
In gentle currents flow. 

5 Long as the sun shall rule the day, 

Or moon shall cheer the night, 
The Saviour shall his sceptre sway, 
By love's resistless might. 



125 L. M. 

1 Jesus shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run ; 

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 For this shall constant prayer be made, 
And praises throng to crown his head : 
His name like sweet perfume shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 

3 People and realms of every tongue 
Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on his name. 

114 



THE REIGN OF CHRIST. 

Tlessings abound where'er he reigns ; 
The prisoner leaps to loose his chains ; 
The weary find eternal rest, 
And all the sons of want are blest. 

5 Where he displays his healing power 
Death and the curse are known no more : 
In him the tribes of Adam boast 

More blessings than their .father lost. 

6 Let every creature rise and bring 
Peculiar honors to their King, 
Angels descend with songs again, 
And earth repeat the long Amen. 



126 S. M. 

1 The Lord, the Saviour reigns, 
Let all the nations fear, 

Let sinners tremble at his throne, 
And saints be humble there. 

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, 
Let earth adore its Lord ; 

Bright cherubs his attendants stand, 
Swift to fulfil his word. 

3 In Zion is his throne, 
His honors are divine ; 

His church shall make his wonders known, 
For there his glories shine. 

115 



THE REIGN OF CHRIST. 

4 How holy is his name ! 
How terrible his praise ! 
Justice, and truth, and judgment join 
In all his works of grace. 

127 L. M. 

1 He reigns ! the Lord, the Saviour reigns ! 
Praise him in evangelic strains : 

Let the whole earth in songs rejoice, 
And distant islands join their voice. 

2 Deep are his counsels and unknown ; 
But grace and truth support his throne : 
Though gloomy clouds his ways surround, 
Justice is their eternal ground. 

3 In robes of judgment, lo ! he comes, 
Shakes the wide earth and cleaves the tombs, 
Before him burns devouring fire, 

The mountains melt, the seas retire. 

4 His enemies, with sore dismay, 

Fly from the sight and shun the day ; 
Then lift your heads, you saints, on high, 
And sing, for your redemption's nigh. 

128 PM. 

1 You servants of Christ, your Master proclaim, 
And publish abroad his wonderful name : 
The name all-victorious of Jesus extol ; 
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all. 
116 



THE PRIESTHOOD OF CHRIST. 

2 He ruleth on high, almighty to save. 
And still he is nigh : his blessing we have . 
The great congregation his triumph shall sing, 
Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King. 

3 Then let us adore, and give him his right, 
All glory and power, and wisdom and might ; 
All honor and blessing, with angels above, 
And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love. 



THE PRIESTHOOD OJF CKFJST. 



129 CM. 

1 In Christ the Lord our eyes behold 

A thousand glories more 
Than all the gems and polished gold 
The sons of Aaron wore. 

2 Once in the circuit of a year, 

With blood — but not his own — 
Aaron within the veil appeared, 
Before the golden throne. 

3 But Jesus, by his precious blood, 

The Father's love displayed, 
And, in the presence of our God, 
Himself an offering made. 



117 



THE PRIESTHOOD OF CHRIST. 

4 The King of glory, now, he reigns, 

On Zion's heavenly hill ; 
Looks like the Lamb that once was slain, 
But wears his priesthood still. 

5 Our Intercessor's lofty praise 

Our hearts would now proclaim, 
And, through the remnant of our days. 
Obey and laud his name. 



130 L. M. 

1 ' Mong all the priests of Jewish race, 
Jesus the most illustrious stands ; 
The radiant beauty of his face, 
Superior love and awe demands. 

2 Not Aaron or Melchizedek 

Could claim such high descent as he, 
His nature and his name bespeak 
His unexampled pedigree. 

o Descended from the eternal God, 
He bears the name of his own Son ; 
And, dress'd in human flesh and blood, 
He puts his priestly garments on. 

4 The mitred crown, the embroider'd vest, 
With graceful dignity he wears ; 
And, in full splendor, on his breast 
The sacred oracle appears. 
118 



THE PRIESTHOOD OF CHRIST. 

So he presents his sacrifice, — 
An offering most divinely sweet ; 
While clouds of fragrant incense rise, 
And cover o'er the mercy-seat. 



131 CM. 

1 Now let our cheerful eyes survey 

Our great High Priest above, 
And celebrate his constant care. 
And sympathetic love. 

2 Though rais'd to heav'n's exalted throne, 

Where angels bow around, 
And high o'er all the hosts of light, 
With matchless honors crown'd — 

3 The names of all his saints he bears, 

Deep graven on his heart ; 
Nor shall the meanest Christian say 
That he has lost his part. 

4 Those characters shall fair abide 

Our everlasting trust, 
When gems and monuments and crowns 
Have moulder'd down to dust. 

5 So, gracious Saviour, on my breast 

May thy lov'd name be worn, 
A sacred ornament and guard, 
To endless ages borne. 

119 



THE PRIESTHOOD OF CHRIST. 

132 CM. 

1 Come, let us join in songs of praise 

To our ascended Priest ; 
He entered heaven with all our names 
Engraven on his breast. 

2 On earth he wash'd our guilt away 

By his atoning blood; 
And now he sits upon the throne, 
And pleads our cause with God. 

3 What though while here we oft must feel 

Temptation's keenest dart, 
Our tender High Priest feels it too, 
And will appease the smart. 

4 Nor time nor distance e'er shall quench 

The fervor of his love ; 
For us he died in kindness here, 
Nor is less kind above. 

5 may we ne'er forget his grace, 

Nor blush to wear his name ! 
Still may our hearts hold fast his faith. 
Our mouths his praise proclaim ! 

133 CM. 

1 The true Messiah now appears, 
The types are all withdrawn ; 
So fly the shadows and the stars 
Before the rising dawn. 
120 



THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 

2 Now smoking sweets, and bleeding lambs. 

And kids and bullocks slain ; 
Incense and spice of costly names. 
Would all be burnt in vain. 

3 Aaron must lay his robes away. 

His mitre and his vest, 
When God's own Son ascends to be 
The ofF'ring and the priest. 

4 He took our mortal flesh to show 

The wonders of his love ; 

For us he paid his life below. 

And pleads for us above. 



THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 



134 S. M. 

We sing the Saviour's love, 
Who pitied wretched man, 

Delighted in the thought of peace, 
Ere time and worlds began. 

We see its smiling beams, 
Forth shining at his birth, 

And trace its lustre day by day, 
While he sojourned on earth. 

11 121 



THE LOVE OF CHRIST. 

3 But in his closing hour, 

How infinite his grace, 
When, bowed beneath the curse, he died, 
To save the chosen race ! 

4 Ten thousand thousand songs, 

With high, seraphic flame, 
Fall far below the boundless praise 
Of our Immanuel's name. 



135 L. M. 

1 He lives ! he lives ! and sits above, 
Forever interceding there : 

Who shall divide us from his love, 
Or what should tempt us to despair 1 

2 Shall persecution or distress, 
Shall famine, sword, or nakedness ? 

He who hath loved us bears us through, 
And makes us more than conquerors too 

3 Faith hath an overcoming power : 
It triumphs in the dying hour ; 
Christ is our life, our joy, our hope ; 
Nor can we sink with such a prop 

4 Not all that men on earth can do, 
Nor powers on high, nor powers below, 
Shall cause his mercy to remove, 

Or wean our hearts from Christ, our love 
122 



CHRIST THE EVER-LIVING INTERCESSOR. 

136 SM 

the transcendent love 

A sinless Saviour shows ! 
For enemies his bowels move. 

His heart with pity glows. 

Jesus invited near 

The vilest of our race : 
He bids the greatest sinner hear 

The gospel of his grace. 

Let Pharisees exclaim, 

And all this grace despise, 
But we will love the Saviour's name ; 

'Tis wondrous in our eyes. 

Yes, to life's utmost end, 

His sovereign grace we'll show, 

And own Him for the sinner's Friend, 
And sin's eternal Foe. 



CHRIST THE EVER-LIVING INTERCESSOR. 



137 L. M. 

The Saviour lives, no more to die ; 
He lives, the Lord enthroned on high 
He lives, triumphant o'er the grave ; 
He lives, eternallv to save. 

123 



CHRIST THE EVER-LIVING INTERCESSOR. 

He lives, to still his servants' fears ; 
He lives, to wipe away their tears ; 
He lives, their mansions to prepare ; 
He lives, to bring them safely there. 

Ye mourning souls, dry up your tears ; 
Dismiss your gloomy doubts and fears ; 
With cheerful hope your hearts revive, 
For Christ, the Lord, is yet alive. 

His saints he loves, and never leaves ; 
The contrite sinner he receives : 
Abundant grace will he afford, 
Till all are present with the Lord. 



138 L. M. 

1 He lives ! the great Redeemer lives ! 
What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
And now, before his Father. God, 
He pleads the virtue of his blood. 

2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 

And justice, armed with frowns, appears ; 
But in the Saviour's lovely face 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 

3 Hence, then, you dark, despairing thoughts : 
Above our fears, above our faults, 

His powerful intercessions rise ; 
And guilt recedes, and terror dies. 

124 



THE WORD OF GOD. 



Great Advocate, almighty Friend, 
On thee our humble hopes depend ; 
Our cause can never, never fail, 
For thou dost plead, and must prevail. 



THE WORD OF GOD. 



139 L. M. 

1 The heavens declare thy glory, Lord ; 

In every star thy wisdom shines ; 
But when our eyes behold thy word, 
We read thy name in fairer lines. 

2 The rolling sun, the changing light, 

And nights and days thy power confess ; 
But, lo, the volume thou hast writ 
Reveals thy justice and thy grace. 

3 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, 

Till through the world thy truth has run ; 
Till Christ has all the nations blest, 
That see the light, or feel the sun. 

4 The Sun of Righteousness, arose — 

Blessed the dark world with heavenly light : 
Thy gospel makes the simple wise ; 

Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. 
11* 125 



THE WORD OF GOD. 

140 S. M. 

1 Behold, the morning sun 

Begins his glorious way ; 
His beams through all the nations run. 
And life and light convey. 

2 But where the gospel comes. 

It spreads diviner light ; 
It calls dead sinners from their tombs. 
And gives the blind their sight. 

3 How perfect is thy word ! 

And all thy judgments just ! 
For ever sure thy promise, Lord, 
And men securely trust. 

4 My gracious God, how plain 

Are thy directions given ! 
may I never read in vain, 
But find the path to heaven. 

141 CM 

1 how I love thy holy law ! 

'Tis daily my delight, 
And thence my meditations draw 
Divine advice by night. 

2 My eyes anticipate the day, 

To meditate thy word ; 
My soul with longing melts away, 
To hear thy gospel, Lord. 
126 



THE WORD OF GOD. 

3 No treasures so enrich the mind, 

Nor shall thy word be sold 

For loads of silver, well refined, 

Nor heaps of shining gold. 

4 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, 

Thy promises of grace 
Are pillars to support my hope, 
And elevate my praise. 



142 CM. 

1 The thirsty earth receives the rain, 

And drinks the cooling showers ; 
Fresh verdure re-adorns the plain, 
And wakes the drooping flowers. 

2 The blushing mead, the fertile field, 

Shall be with blessings filled ; 
And seed to him in plenty yield, 
Who has its bosom tilled. 

3 The living word of life divine 

Its conquests shall extend, 

Let every heart, in every clime, 

In sweet submission bend. 

4 Uninterrupted praise shall flow 

From every Christian's tongue, 
And psalms and hymns by all below 
In choral strains be sung. 

127 



THE WORD OF GOD. 

143 CM. 

1 What glory gilds the sacred page, 

Majestic like the sun ! 
It gives a light to every age ; 
It gives, but borrows none. 

2 His hand that gave it still supplies 

His gracious light and heat ; 
His truths upon the nations rise ; 
They rise, but never set. 

3 Let everlasting thanks be thine, 

For such a bright display, 
As makes a world of darkness shine 
With beams of heavenly day. 

4 My soul rejoices to pursue 

The paths of truth and love ; 
Till glory break upon my view 
In brighter worlds above. 

144 CM. 

1 The volume of my Father's grace 

Does all my grief assuage ; 
Here I behold my Saviour's face 
In every sacred page. 

2 Here living water gently flows, 

To wash me from my sin ; 
Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 
Nor danger dwells therein. 

128 



THE WORD OF GOD. 

3 This is the judge that ends the strife, 

Where sense and reason fail ; 
My guide to everlasting life. 
Through all this gloomy vale. 

4 May thy wise counsels, my God, 

These roving feet command, 
Lest I forsake the happy road 
That leads to thy right hand. 



145 CM. 

1 Father of mercies, in thy word 

What endless glory shines ; 
Forever be thy name adored, 
For these celestial lines. 

2 Here may the wretched sons of want 

Exhaustless riches find ; 
Riches above what earth can grant. 
And lasting as the mind. 

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 

And yields a rich repast ; 
Sublimer sweets than nature knows 
Invite the longing taste. 

4 may these heavenly pages be 

My study and delight ; 
And still new beauties may I see, 
And still increasing light. 

129 



THE WORD OF GOD. 



Divine Instructor, gracious Lord, 

Be thou forever near : 
Teach me to love thy sacred word, 

And view my Saviour there. 



1 46 L. P. M. 

1 How precious, Lord, thy holy word ! 
What light and joy its truths afford 

To souls benighted and distressed ! 
Thy precepts guide our doubtful way, 
Thy love forbids our feet to stray ; 

Thy promise leads our hearts to rest. 

2 From the discoveries of thy law, 
The perfect rules of life we draw ; 

These are our study and delight : 
Not honey so invites the taste, 
Nor gold that hath the furnace past 

Appears so pleasing to the sight. 

3 Thy threatenings wake our slumbering eyes, 
And warn us where our danger lies ; 

But 'tis thy holy gospel, Lord, 
That makes the guilty conscience clean, 
Converts the soul, subdues our sin, 

And gives a free, but large reward. 
130 



THE WORD OF GOD. 

147 CM. 

1 Lord, I have made thy word my choice, 

My lasting heritage ; 
There shall my noblest powers rejoice, 
" My warmest thoughts engage. 

2 I'll read the histories of thy love 

And keep thy laws in sight, 
While through the promises I rove, 
With ever fresh delight. 

3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown. 

Where springs of life arise ; 
Seeds of immortal bliss are sown. 
And hidden glory lies. 

4 The best relief that mourners have, 

It makes our sorrows blest ; 
Our fairest hopes beyond the grave, 
And our eternal rest. 

148 C. it 

1 Let all the heathen writers join 

To form one perfect book : 
Great God, if once compared with thine, 
How mean their writings look ! 

2 Not the most perfect rules they gave 

Could show one sin forgiven, 

Nor lead a step beyond the grave ; 

But thine conduct to heaven. 

131 



THE WORD OF GOD. 

3 Our faith, and love, and every grace. 
Fall far below thy word ; 
But perfect truth and righteousness 
Dwell only with the Lord. 

149 CM. 

1 How shall the young secure their hearts. 

And guard their lives from sin ? 
Thy word the choicest rules imparts 
To keep the conscience clean. 

2 When once it enters to the mind, 

It spreads such light abroad, 
The meanest souls instruction find, 
And raise their thoughts to God. 

3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light, 

That guides us all the day ; 
And through the dangers of the night. 
A lamp to lead our way. 

4 The men that keep thy law with care, 

And meditate thy word, 
Grow wiser than their teachers are, 
And better know the Lord. 

150 CM. 

«i 

1 Thy law is perfect, Lord of light, 
Thy testimonies sure ; 
The statutes of thy realm are right, 
And thy commandment pure. 
132 



THE WORD OF GOD. 

2 Let these, G-od, my mind instruct, 

And make thy servant wise : 

Let these b3 gladness to my ears, 

The dayspring to mine eyes. 

3* By these may I be warned betimes ; 
Who knows the guile within ? 
Lord, save me from presumptuous crimes, 
Cleanse me from secret sin. 

4 So may the words my lips express, 
The thoughts that throng my mind, 
Lord, my strength and righteousness, 
With thee acceptance find. 



151 C. M. 

Happy the children of the Lord, 

Who, walking in his sigrht, 
Make all the precepts of his word 

Their study and delight. 

That precious wealth shall be their dower 

Which cannot know decay, 
Which moth or rust shall ne'r devour, 

Nor spoiler take awaj^. 

For them that heavenly light shall spread, 

Whose cheering rays illume 
The darkest hours of life, and shed 

A halo round the tomb. 

12 133 



THE WORD OF GOD. 



Their works of piety and love, 

Performed through Christ their Lord, 
Forever registered above, 

Shall meet a sure reward. 



152 L. M. 

1 Join all you servants of the Lord, 
To praise him for his sacred word, — 
That word like manna, sent from heaven, 
To all who seek it freely given : 

Its promises our fears remove, 

And fill our hearts with joy and love. 

2 It tells us, though oppressed with cares, 
The God of mercy hears our prayers ; 
Though steep and rough the appointed way, 
His mighty arm shall be our stay ; 
Though deadly foes assail our peace, 

His power shall bid their malice cease. 

3 It tells who first inspired our breath, 
And who redeemed our souls from death ; 
It tells of grace, grace freely given, 
And shows the path to God and heaven: 
bless we then our gracious Lord, 

For all the treasures of his word ! 
134 



THE WORD OF GOD. 

153 L. M. 

1 God, in the gospel of his Son, 
Makes his eternal counsels known ; 
'Tis here his richest mercy shines, 
And truth is drawn in fairest lines. 

2 Wisdom its dictates here imparts, 

To form our minds, to cheer our hearts ; 
Its influence makes the sinner live : 
It bids the drooping saint revive. 

3 Our raging passions it controls, 
And comfort yields to contrite souls ; 
It brings a better world in view, 

And guides us all our journey through. 

4 May this blest volume ever lie 
Close to my heart, and near my eye, 
Till life's last hour my soul engage, 
And be my chosen heritage. 

154 L. M. 

1 Now let my soul, eternal King, 
To thee its grateful tribute bring ; 
My knee with humble homage bow ; 
My tongue perform its solemn vow. 

2 All nature sings thy boundless love, 
In worlds below, and worlds above ; 
But in thy blessed word I trace 
Diviner wonders of thy grace. 

135 



THE WORD OF GOD. 

3 There what delightful truths I read ! 
There I behold the Saviour bleed ; 
His name salutes my listening ear, 
Revives my heart, and checks my fear. 

4 There Jesus bids my sorrow cease, 

And gives my laboring conscience peace ; 
There lifts my grateful passions high. 
And points to mansions in the sky. 

5 For love like this, 0, let my song, 
Through endless years, thy praise prolong. 
Let distant climes thy name adore. 

Till time and nature are no more. 



155 L. M. 

1 Let everlasting glories crown 

Thy head, my Saviour and my Lord ; 
Thy hands have brought salvation down, 
And stored the blessings in thy word. 

2 In vain the trembling conscience seeks 

Some solid ground to rest upon ; 
With long despair the spirit breaks, 
Till we apply to Christ alone. 

3 How well thy blessed truths agree ! 

How wise and holy thy commands ! 
Thy promises, how firm they be ! 

How firm our hope and comfort stand ! 
136 



THE WORD OF GOD. 



Should all the forms that men devise 
Assault my faith with treacherous art, 

I'd call them vanity and lies, 

And bind the gospel to my heart. 



156 S. M. 

1 Lord, thy perfect word 

Directs our steps aright ; 
Nor can all other books afford 
Such profit or delight. 

2 Celestial light it sheds, 

To cheer this vale below ; 
To distant !ands its glory spreads, 
And streams of mercy flow. 

3 True wisdom it imparts ; 

Commands our hope and fear ; 
0, may we hide it in our hearts, 
And feel its influence there. 



157 L. M. 

'Twas by an order from the Lord, 
The ancient prophets spoke his word ; 
His Spirit did their tongues inspire, 
And warm their hearts with heavenly fire. 
12* 137 



THE WORD OF GOD. 

* 

2 Great God, my eyes with pleasure look 
On all the pages of thy book ; 

There my Redeemer's face I see, 
And read his name who died for me. 

3 Let the false raptures of the mind 
Be lost and vanish in the wind : 
Here I can fix my hope secure ; 
This is thy word, and must endure 



158 ll's. 

1 How firm a foundation, you saints of the Lord, 
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ! 
What more can he say than to you he has said, 
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled ? 

2 In ev'ry condition in sickness, in health, 
In poverty's vale, or abounding in wealth ; 
At home, and abroad, on the land, on the sea, 
As your days may demand, so your succour 

shall be. 

3 Fear not — I am with you ; be not dismay'd ! 
I, I am your God, and will still give you aid ; 
I'll strengthen you, help you, and cause you 

to stand, 
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 
138 






THE WORD OF GOD. 

4 When through the deep waters I cause you 

to go, 
The rivers of sorrow shall not you o'erflow ; 
For I will be with you your troubles to bless, 
And sanctify to you your deepest distress. 

5 When through fiery trials your pathway shall 

lie, 
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be your supply : 
The flame shall not hurt you ; I only design* 
Your dross to consume, and your gold to re- 
fine. 

6 E'en down to old age all my people shall prove 
My sov'reign, eternal, unchangeable love ; 
And when hoary hairs shall their temples 

adorn, 
Like lambs they shall still in my bosom be 
borne. 

7 The soul that on Jesus has lean'd for repose, 
I will not, I cannot desert to his foes ; 
That soul, though all hell should endeavor 

to shake, 
I'll never — no, never — no, never forsake ! 

139 



FAITH. 



159 CM. 

1 Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss. 

And saves us from its snares ; 
f It yields support in all our toils, 
And softens all our cares. 

2 The wounded conscience knows its power 

The healing balm to give ; 
That balm the saddest heart can cheer, 
And make the dying live. 

3 Unveiling wide the heavenly world, 

Where endless pleasures reign, 
It bids us seek our portion there, 
Nor bids us seek in vain. 

4 Faith shows the promise fully sealed 

With our redeemer's blood ; 
It helps our feeble hope to rest 
Upon a faithful G-od. 

5 There, still unshaken, would we rest, 

Till this frail body dies, 
And then, on faith's triumphant wing, 
To endless glory rise. 
140 



FAITH. 



160 S. H. M. 

1 Faith is the Christian's prop, 

Whereon his sorrows lean ; 
It is the substance of his hope, 

His proof of things unseen ; 
It is the anchor of his soul 
When tempests rage and billows roll. 

2 Faith is the polar star 

That guides the Christian's way, 
Directs his wand'rings from afar 

To realms of endless clay ; 
It points the course where'er he roam, 
And safely leads the pilgrim home. 

3 Faith is the rainbow's form 

Hung on the brow of heaven, 
The glory of the passing storm, 

The pledge of mercy given ; 
It is the bright, triumphal arch, 
Through which the saints to glory march. 

4 The faith that works by love, 

And purifies the heart, 
A fortaste of the joys above 
To mortals can impart ; 
It bears us through this earthly strife, 
And triumphs in immortal life. 

141 



FAITH. 



161 CM. 

1 Faith is the brightest evidence 

Of things beyond our sight ; 
It pierces through the veil of sense, 
And dwells in heavenly light. 

2 It sets*time past in present view, 

Brings distant prospects home, 
Of things a thousand years ago, 
Or thousand years to come. 

3 By faith we know the world was made 

By God's almighty word ; 
We know the heavens and earth shall fade, 
And be again restored. 

4 Abrah'm obeyed the Lord's command, 

From his own country driven ; 
By faith he sought a promised land, 
But found his rest in heaven. 

5 Thus through life's pilgrimage we stray, 

The promise in our eye ; 
By faith we walk the narrow way, 
That leads to joy on high. 

162 C. M. 

1 for a faith that will not shrink, 
Though pressed by every foe, 
That will not tremble on the brink 
Of any earthly woe ! — 
142 



FAITH. 

2 That will not murmur nor complain 

Beneath the chastening rod, 

But in the hour of grief or pain. 

Will lean upon its God ; — 

3 A faith that shines more bright and clear 

When tempests rage without ; 
That when in danger knows no fear, 
In darkness feels no doubt j — 

4 That bares, unmoved, the world's dread frown, 

Nor heeds its scornful smile ; 
That seas of trouble cannot drown, 
Nor Satan's arts beguile ; — 

5 A faith that keeps the narrow way 

Till life's last hour is fled, 
And with a pure and heavenly ray, 
Lights up a dying bed. 



163 L. M. 

1 'Tis by the faith of joys to come 

We walk through deserts dark as night ; 
Till we arrive at heaven, our home, 
Faith is our guide, and faith our light. 

The want of sight she well supplies ; 

She makes the pearly gates appear ; 
Far into distant worlds she pries, 

And brings eternal glories near. 

143 



REPENTANCE. 



With joy we tread the desert through, 
While faith inspires a heavenly .ray, 

Though lions roar, and tempests blow, 
And rocks and dangers fill the way. 



REPENTANCE 



164 C. M. 

1 Kepent! the voice celestial cries, 

Nor longer dare delay ; 
The wretch, that scorns the mandate, dies„ 
And meets a fiery day. 

2 No more the sovereign eye of God 

O'erlooks the crimes of men, 
His heralds are despatched abroad 
To warn the world of sin. 

3 The summons reach through all the earth ; 

Let earth attend and fear : 

Listen, you men of royal birth, 

And let your vassals hear ! 

4 Together in his presence bow, 

And all your guilt confess ; 
Embrace the blessed Saviour now, 
Nor trifle with his grace. 
144 



REPENTANCE. 



5 Amazing love ! that yet will call, 
And yet prolong our days ; 
Our hearts, subdu'd by goodness, fall, 
We weep, and love, and praise. 



165 6s. & 8s. 

1 Repent, and be immers'd, 

Says your redeeming Lord ; 
You all are now assur'd 

That 'tis your Saviour's word. 
Arise ! arise without delay, 
And his divine command obey. 

2 You sin-convicted race, 

Now fall at Jesus' feet ; 
He'll save you through his grace — 
Come, to his will submit ; 
And be immers'd without delay — 
come and wash your sins away ! 

3 Come, you believing train, 

No more this truth withstand ; 
No longer think it vain 
To honor God's command ; 
But haste, arise, without delay, 
And come and wash your sins away. 
13 MS 



IMMERSION. 

4 Jesus! thou Prince of Peace ! " 
To thy great name we pray ; 
May converts to thy grace 
This ordinance obey ; 
And may thy love their souls allure. 
Their peace and pardon to secure ! 



IMMERSION. 



166 L. M. 

1 Come, happy souls, adore the Lord, 
Who loved our race e'er time began, 
Who veiled his Godhead in our clay, 
And in an humble manger lay. 

2 To Jordan's stream the Spirit led, 

To mark the path his saints should tread ; 
With joy they trace the sacred way, 
To see the place where Jesus lay. 

3 Baptized by John in Jordan's wave, 
The Saviour left his watery grave ; 
Heaven owned the deed, approved the way, 
And blessed the place where Jesus lay. 

146 



IMMERSION. 



Come, all who love his precious name, 
Come, tread his steps, and learn of him j 
Happy beyond expression they 
Who find the place where Jesus lay. 



167 CM. 

1 Buried beneath the yielding wave 

The great Redeemer lies ; 
Faith views him in the watery grave, 
And thence beholds him rise. 

2 Thus do repenting souls, to-day, 

Their ardent zeal express, 
And, in the Lord's appointed way, 
Fulfil all righteousness. 

3 With joy we in his footsteps tread, 

And would his cause maintain, — 
Like him be numbered with the dead, 
And with him rise and reign. 

4 His presence oft revives our hearts, 

And drives our fears away ; 
When he commands, and strength imparts, 
We cheerfully obey. 

5 Now we, blest Saviour, would to thee 

Our grateful voices raise ; 
Washed in the fountain of thy blood, 
Our lives shall all be praise. 

147 



IMMERSION. 



168 L. M. 

1 Our Saviour plunged beneath the wave, 
Thus meekly sought a watery grave ; 
Come, see the sacred path he trod — 

A path well pleasing to our God. 

2 His voice we hear, his footsteps trace, 
And hither come to seek his face, 

To do his will, to feel his love, 

And join our songs with songs above. 

3 Hosanna to the Lamb divine ! 

Let endless glories round him shine; 
High o'er the heavens forever reign, 
Lamb of God, for sinners slain. 



169 L. M. 

1 Do we not know that solemn word, 
That we are buried with the Lord ? 
Baptized into his death, and then 
Put off the body of our sin ? 

2 Our souls receive diviner breath, 
Raised from corruption, guilt, and death ; 
So from the grave did Christ arise, 

And lives to God above the skies. 
148 



IMMERSION. 



3 No more let sin or Satan reign 
Within our mortal flesh again ; 
The various lusts we served before 
Shall have dominion now no more. 



170 C. M. 

'Tis God the Father we adore 

In this baptismal sign ; 
'Tis he whose voice on Jordan's shore 

Proclaimed the Son divine. 

The Father owned him ; let our breath 
In answering praise ascend, 

As in the image of his death 
We owe our heavenly Friend. 

We seek the consecrated grave 

Along the path he trod : 
Receive us in the hallowed wave. 

Thou holy Son of God. 

Let earth and heaven our zeal record, 

And future witness bear, 
That we to Zion's mighty Lord 

Our full allegiance swear. 

that our conscious souls may own, 

With joy's serene survey. 
Inscribed upon his judgment throne, 

The transcript of this day. 
13* 149 



IMMERSION. 

171 8s. & 7s. 

1 Humble souls, who seek salvation 

Through the Lamb's redeeming blood, 
Hear the voice of revelation ; 
Tread the path that Jesus trod. 

2 Hear the blest Redeemer call you ; 

Listen to his heavenly voice ; 
Dread no ills that can befall you, 

While you make his ways your choice. 

3 Plainly here his footsteps tracing, 

Follow him without delay, 
Gladly his command embracing ; 
Lo ! your Captain leads the way. 

17 2 8s. 7s. & 4s. 

1 Thou hast said, exalted Saviour, 

" Take thy cross and follow me ;." 
Shall the word with terror seize us 1 
Shall we from the burden flee ? 

Lord, I'll take it, 
And, rejoicing, follow thee. 

2 While this liquid tomb surveying, 

Emblem of my Saviour's grave, 
Shall I shun its brink, betraying 
Feelings worthy of a slave % 

No ! I'll enter : 
Jesus entered Jordan's wave. 
130 



IMMERSION. 

3 Blest the sign which thus reminds me, 

Saviour, of thy love for me ; 
But more blest the love that binds me 
In its deathless bonds to thee : 

0, what pleasure, 
Buried with my Lord to be ! 

4 Should it rend some fond connection, 

Should I suffer shame or loss, 

Yet the fragrant, blest reflection, 

I have been where Jesus was, 

Will revive me 
When I faint beneath the cross. 

5 Fellowship with him possessing, 

Let me die to earth and sin ; 
Let me rise t' enjoy the blessing 
Which the faithful soul shall win : 

May I ever 
Follow where my Lord has been. 

173 8s. &7s. 

1 Saviour, mighty King in Zion, 

Thou alone our Gruide shall be : 
Thy commission we rely on ; 
We would follow none but thee. 

2 As an emblem of thy passion, 

And thy victory o'er the grave, 

We, who know thy great salvation, 

Are baptized beneath the wave. 

151 



IMMERSION. 



Fearless of the world's despising, 
We the ancient path pursue, 

Buried with our Lord, and rising 
To a life divinely new. 



174 L. M. 

1 Descending down into the flood, 

We his great suff'rings there behold, 
Who in deep waters for us stood, 
While floods of wrath upon him roll'd. 

2 And when beneath the waters laid, 
Our breath suspended in their womb, 
We call to mind how Jesus died, 
And buried lay within the tomb. 

3 As from the wat'ry grave we rise 

We see him from death's prison freed, 
Discharged from sin, crown'd with the prize 
Of endless life for all his seed. 

4 This sign does to our faith declare 
Our part in him who once was dead ; 
For into death immers'd we are, 
And with him buried as our head. 

5 And as the Father's glorious power 
Did life eternal to him give, 

So by this pledge he makes us sure 
That as he lives we'll also live. 
152 



IMMERSION. 



175 CM. 

1 Proclaim, says Christ, my wondrous grace 

To all the sons of men ; 
He that believes and is immers'd, 
Salvation shall obtain. 

2 Let plenteous grace descend on those, 

Who, hoping in his word, 
This day have publicly declar'd 
That Jesus is their Lord. 

3 With cheerful feet may they advance, 

And run the Christian race ; 
And through the troubles of the way, 
Find all-sufficient grace. 



176 L. M. 

1 Come, you redeemed of the Lord, 
Come and obey the sacred word : 
He died and rose again for you — 
What more could your Redeemer do ? 

2 We to this place have come to show 
What we to boundless mercy owe ; 
The Saviour's footsteps to explore, 
And tred the path he trod before. 

153 



IMMERSION. 



Almighty Lord, be gracious still, 
Thy ancient promise to fulfil, 
That they who on thy name believe 
May peace and pardon here receive. 



177 L. M. 

1 The great Redeemer we adore, 
Who came the lost to seek and save ; 
Went humbly down from Jordan's shore, 
To find a tomb beneath the wave. 

2 With thee into thy wat'ry tomb, 
Lord, 'tis our glory to descend ; 

'Tis wond'rous grace that gives us room, 
To lie interr'd by such a friend ! 

3 Yet as the yielding waves give way, 
To let us see the light again ; 

So on thy resurrection day, 

The bands of death prov'd weak and vain. 

Thus when thou shait again appear, 
The gates of death shall open wide ; 
Our dust thy pow'rful voice shall hear, 
Shall rise and triumph at thy side. 
154 



IMMERSION. 



178 8s. 8s. 6s. 

Thus it became the Prince of Peace, * 
And thus should all the favor'd race, 

High heav'n's command fulfil : 
For that the condescending Lord 
Should lead his follow'rs through the flood, 

Was heav'n's eternal will. 

And shall we ever dare despise 
The gracious mandate of the skies, 

Where condescending Heav'n, 
To sinful man's apostate race. 
In matchless love, and boundless grace, 

His will reveal'd has giv'n ? 

Thou everlasting gracious King, 
Assist us now thy grace to sing ; 

And still direct our way 
To those bright realms of peaee and rest, 
Where all thy saints are truly blest, 

With one great choral day. 



179 L. M. 

1 Great God, we in thy courts appear, 
With humble joy and holy fear. 
Thy wise injunctions to obey ; 
Let saints and angels hail the day ! 

155 



IMMERSION. 

2 In thy assembly here we stand, 
Obedient to thy great command ; 
The sacred flood is full in view, 

And thy sweet voice invites us through. 

3 The Word, the Spirit, and the Bride, 
Must not invite and be deny'd ; 
Was not the Lord, who came to save, 
Interr'd in such a liquid grave ? 

4 Thus we, dear Saviour, own thy name, 
Receive us rising from the stream ; 
Then to thy table let us come, 

And dwell in Zion as our home. 



ISO L. M. 

1 See how repenting sinners trace 

The path their great Redeemer trod ! 
And follow through his liquid grave, 
The meek, the lowly, Son of God ! 

2 Here they renounce their former deeds, 
And to a heav'nly life aspire ; 

Their rags for glorious robes exchanged 
They shine in clean and bright attire ! 

3 sacred rite, by thee the name, 
Of Jesus we to own begin : 
This is our resurrection's pledge, 
Pledge of the pardon of our sin. 

156 



PARDON. 



4 Glory to God on high be giv'n, 
Who shows his grace to sinful men ; 
Let saints on earth, and hosts in heav'n, 
In coDcert join their loud Amen. 



PARDON. 



181 L. M. 

1 What mean these jealousies and fears? 
As if the Lord was loth to save, 

Or lov'd to see us drench'd in tears, 
Or sink with sorrow to the grave. 

2 Does he want slaves to grace his throne ? 
Or rules he by an iron rod 1 

Loves he the deep despairing groan % 
Is he a tyrant, or a God ? 

3 Not all the sins which we have wrought, 
So much his tender mercies grieve, 

As this unkind, injurious thought, 
That he's unwilling to forgive. 

4 Lord, 'tis amazing grace we own, 
And well may rebel worms surprise ; 
But was not thy incarnate Son 

A most amazing sacrifice ? 

14 157 



PARDON. 



5 " I've found a ransom," saith the Lord, 
" No humble penitent shall die ;" 
Lord, we would now believe thy word. 
And thy unbounded mercies try ! 



182 L. M. 6s. 

1 Great God of wonders ! all thy ways 

Are matchless, godlike, and divine : 
But the fair glories of thy grace, 

More godlike and unrivall'd shine ; 
Who is a pardoning God like thee % 
Or who has grace so rich and free ? 

2 Crimes of such horror to forgive, 

Such guilty daring worms to spare ; 
This is thy grand prerogative, 

And none shall in the honor share : 
Who is a pardoning God like thee '1 
Or who has grace so rich and free 1 

3 Angels and man resign their claim 

To pity, mercy, love, and grace, 
These glories crown Jehovah's name 

With an incomparable blaze : 
Who is a pardoning God like thee ? 
Or who has grace so rich and free ? 
158 



4 In wonder lost with trembling joy, 

We take the pardon of our G-od, 
Pardon for crimes of deepest die ; 

A pardon seal'd with Jesus' blood : 
Who is a pardoning Grod like thee ? 
Or who has grace so rich .and free ? 

5 may this strange, this matchless grace, 

This godlike miracle of love, 
Fill the wide earth with grateful praise, 

And all the angelic choirs above : 
Who is a pardoning God like thee % 
Or who has grace so rich and free ? 



183 L. M. 

1 Earth has a joy unknown in heav'n — 
The new-born joy of sins forgiv'n ! 
Tears of such pure and deep delight, 
angels ! never dimm'd your sight. 

2 You saw of old on chaos rise 
The beauteous pillars of the skies ; 
You know where morn exulting springs, 
And ev'ning folds her drooping wings. 

3 Bright heralds of th' Eternal Will, 
Abroad his errands you fulfil ; 

Or, thron'd in floods of beamy day, 
Symphonious in his presence play. 

159 



PARDON. 

4 Loud is the song — the heav'nlj plain 
Is shaken with the choral strain ; 
And dying echoes, floating far, 
Draw music from each chiming star. 

5 But I amid your choirs shall shine, 
And all your knowledge shall be mine 
You on your harps must lean to hear 
A secret cord that mine will bear. 



184 L. M. 

1 Forgivness ! 'tis a joyful sound 
To malefactors doom'd to die ; 
Publish the bliss the world around ; - 
You seraphs, shout it from the sky ! 

2 'Tis the rich gift of love divine ; 
'Tis full, outmeasuring ev'ry crime ; 
Unclouded shall its glories shine, 
And feel no change by changing time. 

3 For this stupendous love of Heav'n, 
What grateful honors shall we show ! 
Where much transgression is forgiv'n 
Let love in equal ardors glow. 

4 By this inspir'd, let all our days 
With gospel holiness be crown'd ; 

Let truth and goodness, prayer and praise. 
In all abide, in all abound. 
160 



THE LORD'S DAY. 



185 L. M. 

1 Another six days' work is done. 
Another Lord's day is begun ; 
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 
Improve the day thy God hath blessed. 

2 that our thoughts and thanks may rise, 
As grateful incense, to the skies ; 

And draw from heaven that sweet repose 
Which none but he that feels it knows. 

3 This heavenly calm within the breast, 
Is the dear pledge of glorious rest, 
Which for the church of God remains, 
The end of cares, the end of pains. 

4 In pious duties let the day, 

In joyous pleasures, pass away ; 

How sweet a Lord's day thus to spend, 

In hope of one that ne'er shall end ! 



186 L. M. 

Lord of this sabbath, hear our vows. 
On this thy day, in this thy house ; 
And let our songs and worship rise 
Like grateful incense to the skies. 

14* 161 



THE LORD'S DAY. 

2 Thy earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love ; 
But there's a nobler rest above ; 

To that our laboring souls aspire, 
With ardent and with strong desire. 

3 No more fatigue, no more distress, 

Nor sin, nor death, shall reach the place ; 
No groans shall mingle with the songs, 
Which warble from immortal tongues. 

4 No rude alarms, no raging foes, 
To interrupt the long repose ; 

No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
To veil the bright, eternal noon. 



187 C. M. 

1 This is the day the first ripe sheaf 

Before the Lord was wav'd, 
And Christ, first-fruits of them that slept. 
Was from the dead receiv'd. 

2 He rose for them for whom he died, 

That, like to him, they may 
Rise when he comes, in glory great, 
That ne'er shall pass away. 

3 This day the Christian church began, 

Form'd by his wondrous grace; 
This day the saints in concord meet, 
To join in prayer and praise. 
162 



THE LORD'S DAY. 

4 To nourish faith, and hope, and love, 

His death they do show forth. 
His resurrection they record, 
And glory in his worth. 

5 This joyful day let us observe ; 

Redemption's work is done ; 
The Jewish Sabbaths are no more ; 
The earthly rest is gone. 



188 CM. 

1 The Saviour ris'n to-day we praise, 

In concert with the blest ; 
For now we see his work complete, 
And enter into rest. 

2 On this first day a brighter scene 

Of glory was display'd 
By the Creating Word, than when 
The universe was made. 

3 He rises who mankind has bought 

With grief and pain extreme : 
'Twas great to speak the world from naught, 
'Twas greater to redeem. 

4 How vain the stone, the watch, the seal ! 

Naught can forbid his rise : 
'Tis he who shuts the gates of hell, 
And opens Paradise. 

163 



THE LORD'S DAY. 



Let us, his righteousness disclose ; 

His death and rising show ; 
Till he return to banish woes, 

And bless his saints below. 



189 CM. 

1 This is the day the Lord hath made ; 

He calls the hours his own; 
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad. 
And praise surround the throne. 

2 Blest be the Lord, who came to men 

With messages of grace ; 
Who came in God his Father's name, 
To save our sinful race. 

3 Hosanna in the highest strain 

The saints on earth can raise ; 
And when in heaven with him we reign, 
"We'll render nobler praise. 



190 C. M. 

Come let us join with one accord, 
In hymns around the throne ; 

This is the day our risen Lord 
Hath made and call'd his own. 
164 






THE LOE.D'S DAY. 

2 This is the day which G-od hath blest, 

The brightest of the seven, 

Type of that everlasting rest, 

The saints enjoy in heaven. 

3 Then let us in his name sing on, 

And hasten to that day, 
When our Redeemer shall come down, 
And shadows pass away. 

4 Not one, but all our days below, 

Our hearts his praise employ; 
And in our Lord rejoicing go 
To his eternal joy. 



191 7s. 

Safely through another week, 
God has brought us on our way ; 

Let us all a blessing seek, 
Waiting in his courts to-day ; 

Day of all the week the best, 

Emblem of eternal rest. 

While we seek supplies of grace, 

Through the blest Redeemer's name ; 

Show thy reconciling face — 
Take away our sin and shame ; 

From our worldly cares set free, 

May we rest this day in Thee. 

165 



THE LORD'S DAY. 

Here we come thy name to praise, 
Let us feel thy presence near; 

May thy glory meet our eyes, 
While we in thy house appear : 

Here, afford us, Lord, a taste, 

Of our everlasting rest. 

May the gospel's joyful sound 

Conquer sinners. — comfort saints ; 

Make the fruits of grace abound, 
Bring relief to all complaints : 

Thus let our worship prove, 

Till we join thy courts above. 



192 L. M. 

1 This day the Lord hath called his own, 

0, let us, then, his praise declare, 
Fix our desires on him alone, 

And seek his face with fervent prayer. 

2 Lord, in thy love we would rejoice, 

Which bids the burdened soul be free, 
And, with united heart and voice, 
Devote these sacred hours to thee. 

3 Now let the world's delusive things 

No more our grovelling thoughts employ, 
But Faith be taught to stretch her wings, 
In search of heaven's unfailing joy. 
166 



THE LORD'S DAY. 

4 0, let these earthly sabbaths, Lord. 
Be to our lasting welfare blest : 
The purest comfort here afford, 
And fit us for eternal rest. 

193 L. M. 

1 When, as returns this solemn day, 

Man comes to meet his Maker, God, 
What rites, what honors shall he pay? 
How spread his sovereign name abroad. 

2 From marble domes and gilded spires 

Shall curling clouds of incense rise, 
And gems, and gold, and garlands, deck 
The costly pomp of sacrifice? 

3 Vain, sinful man ! creation's Lord 

Thy golden offerings well may spare ; 
But give thy heart, and thou shait find 
Here dwells a God who heareth prayer. 

194 10s. 

1 Hail, happy day ! thou day of holy rest ! 
What heavenly peace and transport fill my 

breast 
When Christ, the Lord of grace, in love de- 
scends, 
And kindly holds communion with his 
friends ! 

167 



THE LORD'S DAY. 

2 Let earth and all its vanities be gone, 
Move from my sight and leave my soul alone ; 
Its flattering, fading glories I despise, 

And to immortal beauties turn my eyes. 

3 Fain would I mount and penetrate the skies, 
And on my Saviour's glories fix my eyes : 

0, meet my rising soul, thou Lord of love, 
And waft it to the blissful realms above. 



195 S. M. 

1 Sweet is the work, Lord, 

Thy glorious name to sing, 
To praise and pray, to hear thy word, 
And grateful offerings bring ;-*— 

2 Sweet, at the dawning light, 

Thy boundless love to tell, 
And, when approach the shades of night, 
Still on the theme to dwell ; — 

3 Sweet, on this day of rest, 

To join in heart and voice, 
With those who love and serve thee best, 
And in thy name rejoice. 

4 To songs of praise and joy 

Be every sabbath given, 
That such may be our blest employ 
Eternally in heaven. 
168 



THE LORD'S DAY. 



196 S. M. 

1 Hail to the peaceful day ! — 

The day divinely given, 
When men to God their homage pay, 
And earth draws near to heaven. 

2 Lord, in this sacred hour, 

Within th'y courts we bend, 
And bless thy love, and own thy power, 
Our Father and our Friend. 

3 But thou art not alone 

In courts by mortals trod ; 
Nor only is the day thine own 
When man draws near to Grod. 

4 Thy temple is the arch 

Of yon unmeasured sky, 
Thy sabbath, the stupendous march 
Of grand eternity. 

5 Lord, may that holier day 

Dawn on thy servants' sight ; 
And purer worship may we pay 
In heaven's unclouded light. 

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THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



197 C. M. 

1 Let vain pursuits and vain desires 

Be banished from the heart, 
The Saviour's love fill every breast. 
And light and life impart. 

2 He knew how frail our nature is, 

Our souls how apt to stray ; 
How much we need his gracious help 
To keep us in the way ! 

3 These faithful pledges of his love 

His mercy did ordain, 
To bring refreshment to our souls, 
And faith and hope sustain. 

4 Since such his condescending grace, 

Let us with hearts sincere. 
Obedient to his holy will, 
His table now draw near. 

5 And while we join to celebrate 

The sufferings of our Lord, 
May we perceive new grace and power 
'T obey his holy word. 
170 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 

198 * L. M. 

1 'Twas on that dark, eventful night, 

When all the powers of earth arose 
Against the Son of God's delight, 
And he was left alone with foes. 

2 Before the mournful scene began, 

He took the bread, and blessed, and broke ; 
What love through all his actions ran! 
What wondrous words of grace he spoke ! 

3 In memory of your dying Lord, ' 

Do this, he said, till time shall end ; 
Meet at my table, and record 

The love of your departed Friend. 

4 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate ; 

We show thy death, we sing thy name, 
Till thou return, and we shall eat 
The marriage-supper of the Lamb. 

199 CM. 

1 God, accept the sacred hour 

Which we to thee have given, 
j And let this hallowed scene have power 
To raise our thoughts to heaven. 
i 

2 Still let us hold, till life departs, 

The precepts of thy Son, 
Nor let our thoughtless, thankless hearts 
Forget what he has done. 

171 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 

3 His true disciples may we live*, 

From all corruption free, 
And humbly learn like him to give 
Our powers, our wills to thee. 

4 And oft along life's dangerous way, 

To smooth our passage through, 
Wilt thou, on this thy holy day, 
For us this scene renew. 



200 L. M. 

1 When I survey the painful cross 
On which the Prince of glory died, 
My richest gain I count but loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride ! 

2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, 
Save in the death of Christ my Lord ; 
All the vain things that charm me most, 
I sacrifice them to thy blood. 

3 See from his head, his hands, his feet, 
Sorrow and love flow mingled clown ; 
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet, 
Or thorns compose so rich a crown ? 

4 Where the whole realm of nature mine, 
That were a present far too small ; 
Love so amazing, so divine, 
Demands my soul, my life, my all. 

172 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 



201 C. M. 

1 Come, let us lift our voices high, 

High as our joys arise, 
And join the songs above the sky, 
Where pleasure never dies. 

2 Jesus the Lord invites us here 

To this triumphal feast, 
And brings immortal blessings down 
For each redeemed guest. 

3 " For you, the children of my love, 

It was for you I died, 
Behold my hands, behold my feet, 
And view my wounded side. 

4 " These are the wounds for you I bore, 

^Che tokens of my pains, 
When I came down to free your souls 
From misery and chains. 

5 " Now you must triumph at my feast, 

And taste my flesh, my blood ; 
And live eternal ages blest, 
And eat immortal food." 

6 Victorious Lord ! what can we pay 

For favors so divine ! 
We would devote our hearts to thee, 
To be for ever thine. 

15* 173 



THE LORD'S SUPPER. 

202 L. M. 

1 Worthy is He that once was slain, 

The Prince of Peace, that groan'd and died , 
Worthy to rise, and live, and reign 
At his almighty Father's side. 

2 Power and dominion are His due, 

Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar ; 
Wisdom belongs to Jesus too, 
Though he was charg'd with madness here. 

3 Immortal praises must be paid, 

Instead of scandal and of scorn ; 
While glory shines around his head, 
And a bright crown without a thorn. 

4 Honor for ever to the Lamb, 

Who bore our sin, and curse, and pain ; 
Let angels bless his sacred Name, 
And every creature say, Amen ! 

203 L. M. 

1 To Jesus our exalted Lord, 

(Dear name, by heaven and earth adored !) 
Fain would our hearts and voices raise 
A cheerful song of sacred praise. 

2 But all the notes which mortals know, 
Are weak, and languishing, and low ; 
Far, far above our humble songs : 
The theme demands immortal tongues. 

174 



THE CHURCH. 

3 Yet while around his board we meet, 
And humbly worship at his feet ; 

let our warm affections move, 
In glad returns of grateful love ! 

4 Let faith our feeble senses aid, 

To see thy wondrous love displayed ; 
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding vein3 ; 
Thy dreadful, agonizing pains. 

5 Let humble penitential woe, 

With painful, pleasing anguish, flow ; 
And thy forgiving love impart 
Life, hope, and joy to every heart. 



THE CHURCH. 



204 S. M. 

Let strangers walk around 

The city where we dwell, 
Compass and view thy holy ground, 

And mark the building well ; 

The orders of thy house, 

The worship of thy court, 
The cheerful songs, the solemn vows ; 

And make a fair report. 

175 



THE CHURCH. 

3 How decent and how wise ! 

How glorious to behold ! 
Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 
And rites adorn'd with gold. 

4 The God we worship now 

Will guide us till we die, 
Will be our God while here below, 
And ours above the sky. 

205 S. M. 

1 Great is the Lord our God, 

And let his praise be great, 
He makes his churches his abode, 
Hi3 most delightful seat. 

2 These temples of his grace, 

How beautiful they stand ! 

The honors of our native place, 

And bulwarks of our land. 

3 In Zion God is known 

A refuge in distress ; 
How bright has his salvation shone 
Through all her palaces ! 

206 L. M. 

God in his earthly temple lays 
Foundations for his heavenly praise : 
He likes the tents of Jacob well, 
But still in Zion loves to dwell. 
176 



THE CHURCH. 

2 His mercy visits every house 

That pay their night and morning vows ; 
But makes a more delightful stay 
Where churches meet to praise and pray. 

3 What glories were described of old ! 
What wonders are of Zion told ! 
Thou city of our Grod below, 

Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. 

4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, 
Shall there begin their lives anew : 
Angels and men shall join to sing 
The hill where living waters spring. 

5 When God makes up his last account 
Of natives in his holy mount, 
'Twill be an honor to appear 

As one new-born or nourish'd there ! 



207 L. M. 

1 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand 
In gardens planted by thy hand ; 
Let me within thy courts be seen 
Like a young cedar fresh and green. 

2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, 
Blest with thy influence from above : 
Not Lebanon with all its trees 

Yields such a comely sight as these. 

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THE CHURCH. 

3 The plants of grace shall ever live ; 
(Xature decays, but grace must thrive ;) 
Time, that doth all things else impair, 
Still makes them nourish strong and fair. 

4 Laden with fruits of age, they show 
The Lord is holy, just, and true: 
None that attend his gates shall find 
A God unfaithful or unkind. 



208 C. M. 

1 Arise. King of grace, arise. 

And enter to thy rest : 
Lo ! thy church waits with longing eyes 
Still to be owned and blest. 

2 Here, mighty God, accept our vows ; 

Here let thy praise be spread; 

Bless the provisions of thy house. 

And fill thy poor with bread. 

3 Here let the Son of David reign. 

Let God's anointed shine ; 
Justice and truth his court maintain, 
With love and power divine. 

4 Here let him hold a lasting throne, 

And as his kingdom grows, 
Fresh honors shall adorn his crown, 
And shame confound his foes. 

178 



THE CHURCH. 

209 CM. 

1 The Lord of glory is my light, 

And my salvation too ; 
God is my strength ; nor will I fear 
What all my foes can do. 

2 One privilege my heart desires ; 

Oh grant me my abode 
Among the churches of thy saints 
The temples of my God. 

3 There shall I offer my requests, 

And see thy beauty still. 
Shall hear thy messages of love, 
And there inquire thy will. 

4 When troubles rise and storms appear, 

There may his children hide ; 
God is a strong pavillion, where 
He makes my soul abide. 

210 S. M. 

1 How honored is the place, 

Where we adoring stand, 
Zion, the glory of the earth, 
And beauty of the land ! 

2 Bulwarks of grace defend 

The city where we dwell; 
While walls of strong salvation made. 
Defy th' assaults of hell. 

179 



UNITY OF SPIRIT. 

Lift up th' eternal gates, 

The doors wide open fling ; 
Enter, you nations that obey 

The statutes of your King. 

Here taste unmingled joys, 

And live in perfect peace ; 
You that have known the Saviour's name, 

And ventured on his grace. 

Trust in the Lord, you saints, 

And banish all your fears : 
Strength in the Lord Jehovah dwells, 

Eternal as his years. 



UNITY OF SPIRIT. 



211 S. M. 

I Blest are the sons of peace, 

Whose hearts and hopes are one ; 
Whose kind designs to serve and please 
Through all their actions run. 

% Blest is the pious house 

Where zeal and friendship meet ; 
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, 
Make their communion sweet. 
160 



UNITY OF SPIRIT. 

3 Thus, when on Aaron's head 

They poured the rich perfume, 
The oil down to his raiment spread, 
And pleasure filled the room. 

4 Thus, on the heavenly hills 

The saints are blest above, 
Where joy, like morning dew, distils, 
And all the air is love. 

212 H. M. 

1 How beautiful the sight 
Of brethren who agree 
In friendship to unite, 
And bonds of charity ; 

'Tis like the precious ointment, shed 
O'er all his robes, from Aaron's head. 

2 'Tis like the dews that fill 
The cups of Hermon's flowers ; 
Or Zion's fruitful hill, 

Bright with the drops of showers ; 
When mingling odors breathe around, 
And glory rests on all the ground. 

3 For there the Lord commands 
Blessings, a boundless store, 
From his unsparing hands, 
Yea, life for evermore. 

Thrice happy they, who meet above, 
To spend eternity in love. 

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UNITY OF SPIRIT. 



213 CM. 

1 Lo ! what an entertaining sight 

Those friendly brethren prove, 
"Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite 
Of harmony and love ! 

2 Where streams of bliss, from Christ the spring, 

Descend to every soul; 
And heavenly peace, with balmy wing, 
Shades and bedews the whole. 

3 'Tis like the oil, divinely blest, 

Which, poured on Aaron's head, 
Ran down his beard, perfumed his vest, 
And round its fragrance shed. 

4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews. 

That fall on Zion's hill. 
Where God his mildest glory shows, 
And makes his grace distil. 



214 S. M. 

Let party names no more 

The Christian world o'erspread ; 
Gentile and Jew, and bond and free, 

Are one in Christ their head. 

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UNITY OF SPIRIT. 

2 Among the saints on earth 

Let mutual love be found ; 
Heirs of the same inheritance, 
With mutual blessings crowned. 

3 Let envy and ill will 

Be banished far away ; 
Those should in holy friendship dwell, 
Who the same Lord obey. 

4 Thus will the church below 

Resemble that above ; 
Where streams of pleasure always flow, 
And every heart is love. 



215 L. M. 

1 How blest the sacred tie that binds, 
In union sweet, according minds ! 

How swift the heavenly course they run, 
Whose hearts, whose faith, whose hopes are 
one ! 

2 To each the soul of each how dear ! 
What jealous love, what holy fear ! 
How doth the generous flame within 
Refine from earth, and cleanse from sin ! 

3 Nor shall the glowing flame expire, 
When nature droops her sickening fire ; 
Then shall they meet in realms above, 
A heaven of joy — a heaven of love. 

183 



UNITY OF SPIRIT. 

216 S.M. 

1 Blest be the tie that binds 

Our hearts in Christian love : 
The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our Father's throne 

We pour our ardent prayers ; 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one, 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 When we assunder part, 

It gives us inward pain ; 
But we shall still be join'd in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

4 This glorious hope revives 

Our courage by the way ; 
While each in expectation lives, 
And longs to see the day. 

5 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 

And sin, we shall be free ; 
And perfect love and friendship reign 
Through all eternity. 

217 L. M. 

1 How pleasant to our hearts to see 
The friends of Jesus all agree, 
To sit around the sacred board 
As members of one common Lord. 
184 



UNITY OF SPIRIT. 

2 Here we behold the dawn of bliss — 
Here we enjoy the Saviour's grace- 
Here we behold his precious blood, 
Which sweetly pleads for us with Grod. 

3 While here we sit we would implore 
That love may spread from shore to shore, 
Till all the saints, like us, combine 

To praise the Lord in songs divine. 

4 To all we freely give our hand, 
Who love the Lord in ev'ry land ; 
For all are one in Christ our head, 
To whom be endless honors paid. 



218 C. M. 

1 The glorious universe around, 

The heavens with all their train, 
Sun, moon and stars, are firmly bound 
In one mysterious chain. 

2 The earth, the ocean, and the sky 

To form one world agree ; 
Where all that walk, or swin, or fly, 
Compose one family. 

3 God in creation thus displays 

His wisdom and his might, 
While all his works with all his ways 
Harmoniously unite. 

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SOCIAL WORSHIP. 

4 In one fraternal bond of love. 

One fellowship of mind. 
The saints below and saints above 
Their bliss and glory find. 

5 Here, in their house of pilgrimage. 

Thy statutes are their song ; 
There, through one bright, eternal age 
Thy praises they prolong. 

6 Lord, may our union form a part 

Of that thrice happy whole ; 
Derive its pulse from thee the heart, 
Its life from thee the soul. 



SOCIAL WORSHIP. 



219 CM. 

What shall I render to my God 
For all his kindness shown % 

My feet shall visit thy abode. 
My songs address thy throne. 
*186 



SOCIAL WORSHIP. 

2 Among the saints that fill thy house, 

My offerings shall be paid ; 
There shall my zeal perform the vows 
My soul in anguish made. 

3 How much is mercy thy delight, 

Thou ever-blessed God ! 
How dear thy servants in thy sight ! 
How precious is their blood ! 

4 How happy all thy servants are! 

How great thy grace to me ! 
My life, which thou hast made thy care 
Lord, I devote to thee. 

5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, 

Nor shall my purpose move ; 
Thy hand has loosed my bonds of pain, 
And bound me with thy love. 

6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow, 

And thy rich grace record ; 
"Witness, you saints, who hear me now, 
If I forsake the Lord. 



220 C. M. 

1 How did my heart rejoice to hear 
My friends devoutly say, 
In Zion let us all appear 

And keep the solemn day. * 

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SOCIAL WORSHIP. 



2 I love her gates, I love the road : 

The church adorned with grace, 
Stands like a palace built for God, 
To show his milder face. 

3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown/ 

The holy tribes repair ; 
The Son of David holds his throne, 
And sits in judgment there. 

4 He hears our praises and complaints; 

And while his awful voice 
Divides the sinners from the saints, 
We tremble and rejoice. 

5 Peace be within this sacred place, 

And joy a constant guest ; 
With holy gifts and heavenly grace 
Be her attendants blest ! 

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, 

While life or breath remains ; 
There my^best friends, my kindred dwell, 
There, God, my Saviour, reigns. 

221 P. M. 

1 How pleased and bless'd was I, 

To hear the people cry, 
" Come, let us seek our God to-day !" 

Yes, with a cheerful zeal 

We haste to Zion's hill, 
And there our vows and honors pay. 
188 



SOCIAL WORSHIP. 

2 Zion, thrice happy place, 
Adorned with wondrous grace, 

And walls of strength embrace thee round : 

In thee our tribes appear 

To pray, and praise, and hear 
The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 

3 There David's greater Son 
Has fixed his royal throne ; 

He sits for grace and judgment there : 

He bids the saints be glad, 

He makes the sinners sad, 
And humble, souls rejoice with fear 

4 May peace attend thy gate, 
And joy within thee wait, 

To bless the soul of every guest: 
The man that seeks thy peace, 
And wishes thine increase, 

A thousand blessings on him rest ! 

5 My tongue repeats her vows, 
Peace to this sacred house ! 

For here my friends and kindred dwell : 

And since my glorious God 

Makes thee his blest abode, 
My soul shall ever love thee well. 

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SOCIAL WORSHIP. 



222 L. M. 

1 Blest hour, when mortal man retires 

To hold communion with his God, 
To send to heaven his wa$m desires, 
And listen to the sacred word. 

2 Blest hour, when earthly cares resign, 

Their empire o'er his anxious breast, 
"While, all around, the calm divine 
Proclaims the holy day of rest. 

3 Blest hour, when God himself draws nigh, 

Well pleased his people's voice to hear, 
To hush the penitential sigh. 

And wipe away the mourner's tear. 

4 Blest hour ! for. where the Lord resorts, 

Foretastes of future bliss are given, 
And mortals find his earthly courts 
The house of God, the gate of heaven. 



223 H. M. 

1 Lord of the worlds above, 
How pleasant and how fair 
The dwellings of thy love, 
Thy earthly temples, are ! 
To thy abode my heart aspires, 
With warm desires to see my God. 
190 



SOCIAL WORSHIP. 

2 happy souls that pray 

Where God appoints to hear! 
happy men that pay 

Their constant service there ! 
They praise thee still ; and happy they 
Who love the way to Zion's hill. 

3 They go from strength to strength, 

Through this dark vale of tears, 
Till' each arrives at length, 

Till each in heaven appears : 
glorious seat, when God. our King, 
Shall thither bring our willing feet ! 



224 L. M. 

1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, 

Lord of Hosts, thy dwellings are ! 
With strong desire my spirit faints 
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 

2 Blest are the saints that sit on high, 
Around thy throne of majesty ; 
Thy brightest glories shine above, 
And all their work is praise and love. 

3 Blest are the saints that find a place 
Within the temple of thy grace ; 
Here they behold thy gentler rays, 
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 

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SOCIAL WORSHIP 



4 Blest are the men whose hearts are set 
To find the way to Zion's gate ; 

God is their strength, and through the road 
They lean upon their helper God. 

5 Cheerful they walk with growing strength 
Till all shall meet in heaven at length, 
Till all before thy face appear, 

And join in nobler worship there. 



225 S. M. 

1 How sweet to bless the Lord 



And in his praises join. 
With saints his goodness to record. 
And sing his power divine ! 

2 These seasons of delight 

The dawn of glory seem, 
Like rays of pure, celestial light, 
Which on our spirits beam. 

3 0, blest assurance this ; 

Bright morn of heavenly day ; 
Sweet foretaste of eternal bliss, 
That cheers the pilgrim's way. 

4 Tims may our joys increase, 

Our love more ardent grow, 
While rich supplies of Jesus' grace 
Refresh our souls below. 
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SOCIAL WORSHIP. 

5 But, 0, the bliss sublime. 

When joy shall be complete, 

In that unclouded, glorious clime 

Where all thy servants meet ! 

6 Then shall the ransomed throng 

The Saviour's love record, 

And shout in everlasting song, 

" Salvation to the Lord !" 



226 L. M. 

1 Praise waits in Zion. Lord, for thee ; 

Thy saints adore thy holy name : 

Thy creatures bend th' obedient knee, 

* And, humbly, thy protection claim. 

2 Thy hand has raised us from the dust ; 

The breath of life thy spirit gave ; 
Where, but in thee, can mortals trust ? 
Who, but our God, has power to save ? 

3 Eternal source of truth and light, 

To thee we look, on thee we call ; 
Lord, we are nothing in thy sight, 
But thou to us art all in all. 

4 Still may thy children in thy word 

Their common trust and refuge see ; 
0, bind us to each other, Lord, 

By one great tie, — the love of thee. 
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SONS OF GOD. 

5 Here, at the portal of thy house, 

We leave our mortal hopes and fears ; 
Accept our prayer, and bless our vows, 
And dry our penitential tears. 

6 So shall our sun of hope arise, 

With brighter still and brighter ray, 
Till thou shalt bless our longing eyes 
With beams of everlasting day. 



SONS OF GOD. 



227 C. M. 

1. Behold th' amazing gift of love 
The father has bestow'd 
On us, the sons of sinful men, 
To call us sons of God. 

2 Conceal'd as yet this honor lies, 
By this dark world unknown — 
A world that knew not when he came, 
E'en God's beloved Son. 
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SONS OF GOD. 

3 High is the rank we now possess, 

But higher we shall rise ; 
Though what we shall hereafter be 
Is hid from mortal eyes. 

4 We know, we all, when he appears, 

Shall bear his image bright ; 
And all his glory full disclos'd 
Shall open to our sight. 

5 A hope so great, and so divine, 

May trials well endure. 
And purify our souls from sin, # 
As Christ himself is pure. 



228 L. M. 

1 Not all the nobles of the earth, 
Who boast the honors of their birth, 
Such real dignity can claim, 

As those who bear the Christian name. 

2 To them the privilege is giv'n 

To be the sons and heirs of heav'n ; 
Sons of the God who reigns on high, 
And heirs of joy beyond the sky. 

3 On them, a happy, chosen race, 
Their Father pours his richest grace : 
To them his counsels he imparts, 
And stamps his image on their hearts. 

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SONS OF GOD. 



4 Their daily wants his hands supply, 
Their steps he guards with watchful eye ; 
Leads them from earth to heav'n above, 
And crowns them with eternal love. 

5 If I've the honor. Lord, to be 
One of this num'rous family ; 
On me the gracious gift bestow, 
To call thee Abba, Father, too. 

6 So may my conduct ever prove 
My filial piety and love ; 

Whilst a^ll my brethren clearly trace 
Their Father's likeness in my face. 



229 P. M. 

1 Let others boast their ancient line, 

In long succession great ; 
In the proud list let heroes shine, 

And monarchs swell the state ; 
Descended from the King of kings, 
Each saint a nobler title sings. 

2 Pronounce me, gracious God, thy son, 

Own me an heir divine ; 
I'll pity princes on the throne, 

"When I can call thee mine : 
Sceptres and crowns unenvied rise 
And lose their lustre in mine eyes. 
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THE CORNER STONE. 

Content, obscure. I pass my days. 

To all I meet unknown, 
And wait till thou thy child shall raise. 

And seat me near thy throne : 
No name, no honors here I crave, 
Well pleas'd with those beyond the grave. 

Jesus my elder brother lives, 

With him I too shall reign ; 
Nor sin, nor death, while he survives, 

Shall make the promise vain : 
In him my title stands secure, 
And shall while endless years endure. 

When he, in robes divinely bright, 

Shall once again appear, 
You too, my soul, shall shine in light, 

And his full image bear : 
Enough ! — I wait th' appointed day — 
Bless'd Saviour, haste, and come away ! 



THE CORNER STONE. 



230 L. M. 

1 Lo, what a precious Corner-Stone 
The Jewish builders did refuse ! 
But God hath built his church thereon, 
And blessed the Gentiles with the Jews. 
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THE CORNER STONE. 

2 Great God, the work is all divine, 

The joy and wonder of our eyes ! 
This is the day that proves it thine, — 
The day that saw our Saviour rise. 

3 Sinners, rejoice, and, saints, be glad ; 

Hosanna, let his name be blest ; 
A thousand honors on his head, 

With peace, and light and glory rest ! 

4 In God's own name he comes to bring 

Salvation to our sinful race ; 
Let all on earth address their King, 
With hearts of joy and songs of praise. 



231 S. M. 

1 Behold the Corner-Stone, 

Which God in Zion lays, 
To build our heavenly hopes upon, 
And his eternal praise. 

2 The-work, Lord, is thine, 

And wondrous in our eyes ; P 
This day declares it all divine ; 
This day did Jesus rise. 

3 How glorious is the day 

By our Redeemer made ! 
Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray; 
Let all the world be glad. 
198 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

Hosanna to the King, 

Of David's royal blood : 
Bless him, our souls ; he comes to bring 

Salvation from our God, 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 



232 L. M. 

1 " Come, hither, all you weary souls, 

You heavy-laden sinners, come ; 
I'll give you rest from all your toils, 
And raise you too my heavenly home. 

2 " They shall find rest who learn of me ; 

I'm of a meek and lowly mind ; 
But passion rages like the sea, 
And pride is restless as the wind. 

3 u Blest is the man whose shoulders take 

My yoke, and bear it with delight : 
My yoke is easy to the neck ; 

My grace shall make the burden light." 

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ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

Jesus, we come at thy command ; 

With faith, and hope, and humble zeal, 
Resign our spirits to thy hand, 

To mould and guide us at thy will. 



233 L. M. 

1 Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan 

Hath taught the rocks the notes of woe ; 
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, 

And let thy tears forget to flow : 
Behold, the precious balm is found. 
To lull thy pain, to heal thy wound. 

2 Come, freely come, by sin oppressed ; 

Unburden here thy weighty load ; 
Here find thy refuge and thy rest, 

And trust the mercy of thy God : 
Thy God ? s thy Saviour — glorious word! 
Forever love and praise the Lord. 



234 C. M. 

Let every mortal ear attend, * 
And every heart rejoice ; 

The trumpet of the gospel sounds 
With an inviting voice. 

200 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

2 Ho ! all you hungry, starving souls, 

That feed upon the wind, 
And vainly strive with earthly toys 
To fill an empty mind, — 

3 Eternal Wisdom has prepared 

A soul-reviving feast, 
And bids your longing appetites 
The rich provision taste. 

4 Ho ! you that pant for living streams, 

And pine away and die, — 
Here you may quench your raging thrist 
AVith springs that never dry. 

5 The happy gates of gospel grace 

Stand open night and day ; 
Lord, we are come to seek supplies, 
And drive our wants away. 



235 C. M. 

1 The King of heaven his table spreads, 

And dainties crown the board : 
Not paradise, with all its joys, 
Could such delight afford. 

2 You hungry poor, that long have strayed 

In sin's dark mazes, come ; 
Come from your most obscure retreats, 
And grace shall find vou room. 

201 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

Millions of souls, in glory now, 
Were fed and feasted here ; 

And millions more, still on the way, 
Around the board appear. 

Yet are his house and heart so large, 
That millions more may come : 

Nor could the whole assembled world 
O'erfill the spacious room. 

All things are ready ; come away, 

Nor weak excuses frame : 
Come, taste the dainties of the feast, 

And bless the Master's name. 



236 C. M. 

1 The Saviour calls ; let every ear 

Attend the heavenly sound ; 
You doubting souls, dismiss your fear ; 
Hope smiles reviving round. 

2 For every thirsty, longing heart, 

Here streams of bounty flow, 
And life, and health, and bliss, impart, 
To banish mortal woe. 

3 You sinners, come ; 'tis mercy's voice ; 

That gracious voice obey ; 
'Tis Jesus calls to heavenly joys ; 
And can you yet delay 1 
202 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

Dear Saviour, may reluctant hearts ; 

To thee in earnest fly, 
And take the bliss thy love imparts, 

And drink, and never die. 



237 C. M. 

1 Jesus, thy blessings are not few, 

Nor is thy gospel weak : 
Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew, 
And heal the dying Greek. 

2 Wide as the reach of Satan's rage 

Doth thy salvation flow : 
'Tis not confined to sex nor age 
The lofty nor the low. 

3 While grace is offered to the prince, 

The poor may take their share ; 
No mortal has a just pretence 
To perish in despair. 

4 Come, all you vilest sinners, come ; 

He'll form your souls anew ; 
His gospel and his heart have Toom 
For rebels such as you. 

5 His doctrine is almighty love ; 

There's virtue in his name 
To turn the raven to a dove, 
A lion to a lamb. 

203 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 



238 S. M. 

1 You sons of earth, arise, 
You creatures of a day ; 
Redeem the time — be bold — be wise, 
And cast your bonds away. 

\ The year of gospel grace 
With us rejoice to see, 
And thankfully in Christ embrace 
Your proferred liberty. 

3 Blest Saviour, Lord of all, 

Thee may they now receive ; 
Obedient to thy gracious call, 
0, may they turn and live. 

4 Our former years misspent, 

Now let us deeply mourn, 
And, softened by thy grace, repeat, 
And to thy arms return. 



239 S. M. 

1 Now is the accepted time ; 
Now is the day of grace ; 
Now, sinners, come, without delay, 
And seek the Saviour's face. 
204 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

2 Now is th' accepted time ; 

The Saviour calls to-day ; 
To-morrow it may be too late ; 
Then why should you delay % 

3 Now is th ? accepted time ; 

The gospel bids you come, 

And every promise in his word 

Declares there yet is room. 

4 Lord, may repentant souls, 

Now feast upon thy love ; 
Then will the angels swiftly fly 
To bear the news above. 



240 S. M. 

1 Now is the day of grace ; 

Now to the Saviour come ; 
The Lord is calling, " Seek my face, 
And I will guide you home." 

2 A Father bids you speed ; 

0, wherefore then delay 1 
He calls in love ; he sees your need ; 
He bids you come to-day. 

3 To-day the prize is won ; 

The promise is to save ; 
Then, 0, be wise ; to-morrow's sun 
May shine upon your grave. 

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ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 



241 S. M. 

1 You sinners, fear the Lord, 

While yet 'tis called to-day ; 
Soon will the awful voice of death 
Command your souls away. 

2 Soon will the harvest close, 

The summer soon be o'er ; 
sinners, then your injured God 
Will heed your cries no more. 

3 Then, while 'tis called to-day, 

0, hear the gospel's sound ; 
Come, sinners, haste, haste away. 
While pardon may be found. 



242 7s. 

1 Haste, sinner ; now be wise ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun; 
Wisdom if you still despise, 
Harder is it to be won. 

2 Haste, and mercy now implore ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest thy season should be o'er, 
Ere this evening's stage be run. 
206 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

3 Haste, sinner ; now return ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, 
Ere salvation's work is done. 

4 Haste, sinner ; now be blest ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun, 
Lest perdition thee arrest, 
Ere the morrow is begun. 



243 S. M. 

1 All yesterday is gone ; 

To-morrow 's not our own ; 

sinner, come, without delay, 

To bow before the throne. 

3 0, bear his voice to-day, 

And harden not your heart ; 
To-morrow, with a frown, he may 
Pronounce the word, — " Depart." 



244 S. M. 

The swift declining day, 

How fast its moments fly, 
While evening's broad and gloomy shade 

Gains on the western sky ! 

207 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

2 You mortals, mark its pace. 

And use the hours of light ; 
For know, its Maker can command 
An instant, endless night. 

3 Give glory to the Lord, 

Who rules the rolling sphere : 
Submissive, at his footstool bow. 
And seek salvation there. 

4 Then shall new lustre break 

Through all the heavy gloom, 
And lead you to unchanging light, 
In your celestial home. 



245 C. M. 

1 Sinner, the voice of God regard ; 

His mercy speaks to-day ; 
He calls you, by his sovereign word. 
From sin's destructive way. 

2 Like the rough sea, that cannot rest, 

You live devoid of peace ; 
A thousand stings within your breast 
Deprive your soul of ease. 

3 But he who turns to God shall live, 

Through his abounding grace ; 
His mercy will the guilt forgive 
Of those who seek his face. , 
208 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

Bow to the sceptre of his word, 

Renouncing every sin ; 
Submit to hiui, your sovereign Lord, 

And learn his will divine. 



246 8s. 7s. & 4s. 

1 Sinners, will you scorn the message, 

Sent in mercy from above ? 
Every sentence, 0, how tender ! 

Every line is full of love : 
Listen to it ; 
Every line is full of love. 

2 Hear the heralds of the gospel 

News from Zion's King proclaim ; 
u Pardon to each rebel sinner ; 
Free forgiveness in his name." 

How important ! 
" Free forgiveness in his name." 

3 Tempted souls, they bring you succor ; 

Fearful hearts, they quell your fears ; 
And, with news of consolation, 

Chase away the falling tears. 
Tender heralds ! 
Chase away the falling tears. 

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ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

Who hath our report believed ? 

Who received the joyful word? 
Who embraced the news of pardon 

Offered to you by the Lord % 
Can you slight it ? 

Offered to you by the Lord. 

you angels, hovering round us, 
Waiting spirits, speed your way ; 

Haste you to the court of heaven. 
Tidings bear without delay : 

Rebel sinners 
Glad the message will obey. 



247 7s. 

1 When thy mortal life is fled, 

When the death-shades o'er the spread, 
When is finished thy career, 
Sinner, where wilt thou appear ? 

2 When the world has passed away, 
When draws near the judgment-day, 
When the awful trump shall sound, 
Say, 0, where wilt thou be found % 

3 When the judge descends in light, 
Clothed in majesty and might, 
When the wicked quail with fear, 
Where, 0, where wilt thou appear ? 

210 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

4 What shall soothe thy bursting heart, 
When the saints and thou must part 1 
When the good with joy are crowned. 
Sinner, where wilt thou be found ? 

248 L. M. 

1 A broken heart, my God, my King, 
Is all the sacrifice I bring ; 

The God of grace will ne'er despise 
A broken heart for sacrifice. 

2 My soul is humbled in the dust, 
And owns thy dreadful sentence just ; 
Look down, Lord, with pitying eye, 
And save the soul condemned to die. 

3 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; 
Sinners shall learn thy saving grace ; 
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, 
And they shall praise a pardoning God. 

4 0, may thy love inspire my tongue ; 
Salvation shall be all my song ; 
And all my powers shall join to bless 
The Lord, my strength and righteousness. 

249 C. M. 

1 And will the Lord thus condescend 
To visit sinful worms ? 
Thus at the door shall Mercy stand, 
In all her winning forms % 

211 



ENCOURAGEMENT TO PENITENTS. 

2 Surprising grace ! — and shall thy heart 

Unmoved and cold remain ? 
Has it no soft, no tender part? 
Must Mercy plead in vain % 

3 Shall Jesus for admission sue, 

His charming voice unheard ? 
And shall thy heart, his rightful due, 
Remain forever barred ? 



250 L. M. 

1 While life prolongs its precious light, 

Mercy is found and peace is given ; 
Sat soon, ah, soon approaching night 
Shall blot out every hope of heaven. 

2 While God invites, how blest the day ! 

How sweet the gospel's charming sound \ 
Come, sinners, haste, 0, haste away, 
While yet a pardoning God is found. 

3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, 

Shall death command you to the grave, 
Before his bar your spirits bring, 
And none be found to hear or save. 

4 In that lone land of deep despair, 

No sabbath's heavenly light shall rise, 
No God regard your bitter prayer, 
No Saviour call you to the skies. 
212 



SALVATION. 



Now God invites ; how blest the day ! 

How sweet the gospel's charming sound! 
Come, sinners, haste, haste away, 

While yet a pardoning God is found. 



SALVATION. 



251 CM. 

1 Salvation ! 0, the joyful sound ! 

'Tis pleasure to our ears ; 
A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 

2 Buried in sorrow and in sin, 

At hell's dark door we lay ; 
But we arise, by grace divine, 
To see a heav'nly day. 

3 Salvation! let' the echo fly 

The spacious earth around, 

While all the armies of the sky 

Conspire to raise the sound. 

4 happy period ! glorious day ! 

When heaven and earth shall raise, 
With all their powers, the raptur'd lay 
To celebrate thy praise ! 

213 



SALVATION. 



252 C. P. M. 

1 0, let your mingling voices rise, 
In grateful rapture, to the skies, 

And hail a Saviour's birth ; 
Let songs of joy the day proclaim, 
When Jesus all-triumphant came, 

To bless the sons of earth. 

2 He came to bid the weary rest, 

To heal the sinner's wounded breast, 

To bind the broken heart; 
To spread the light of truth around, 
And to the world's remotest bound 
The heavenly gift impart. 

3 He came our trembling souls to save 
From sin. from sorrow, and the grave, 

And chase our fears away ; 
Victorious over death and time, 
To lead us to a happier clime, 

Where reigns eternal day. 

4 Then let our mingling voices rise 
In grateful rapture to the skies, 

And hail a Saviour's birth ; 
Let songs of joy the day proclaim, 
When Jesus all-triumphant came, 

To save the sons of earth. 
214 



SALVATION. 



253 P.M. 

1 To him who did salvation bring, 
Wake ev'ry tuneful power, and sing 

A song of sweetest praise : 
His grace diffuses, as the rains 
Crown nature's flow'ry hills and plains, 

And spread a thousand ways. 

2 Salvation is the noblest song, 

may it dwell on ev'ry tongue, 
And all repeat " Amen !" 

The Lord will come from heav'n to earth 
To give his people second birth, 
And make them one again. 

3 We feel redemption drawing near ; 
We soon in glory shall appear, 

And be forever bless'd ; 
His promise never can delay, 
Our Saviour on th' appointed day 

Will give his people rest. 

4 By faith we view him coming down. 
With angels hov'ring all around ; 

He smiles upon his saints : 
He cries aloud in melting strains, 

1 come to save you from your pains, 
And end your sore complaints. 

215 



MISSIONARY HYMNS. 

The smiling millions rise and sing y 
All glory ! glory to our King ! 

The Grand Assize is come ! 
You everlasting doors, fly wide, 
The church is glorious as a bride, 

And Jesus takes her home. 

In all the heav'ns there's not a tear, 
Nor in the realms of bliss a fear. 

But pleasures yet unknown : 
Prom heav'n to heav'n we sound the bliss, 
what a blest abode is this, 

Forever round the throne ! 

The joys of heav'n will never end ; 
All glory to the Sinner's Friend ! 

Roll on, you happy scenes ! 
You winged seraphs, help us praise 
The Author of eternal joys ! 

Our Saviour ever reigns. 



MISSIONARY HYMNS* 



254 S. M. 

1 Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word ? 
And wait the smilings of thy face, 
Assemble round thy mercy-seat, 
And plead the promise of thy grace. 
216 



MISSIONARY HYMNS. 

2 We consecrate these hours to thee. 
Thy sovereign mercy to entreat ; 
And feel some animating hope, 
We shall divine acceptance meet. 

3 Hast thou not sworn to give thy Son, 
To be a light to Gentile lands % 

To open the benighted eye, 

And loose the wretched prisoner's bands? 

4 Hast thou not said, from sea to sea, 
His vast dominion shall extend ? 
That every tongue shall call him Lord, 
And every knee before him bend ? 

5 Now let the happy time appear, 
The time to favor Zion come : 
Send forth thy heralds far and near, 
To call thy banished children home. 



25 5 CM. 

Indulgent God, to thee we pray, 
Be with us on this solemn day ; 
Approve our souls — our plans approve, 
By which we seek to spread thy love. 

Let party prejudice be gone, 
And love unite our hearts in one; 
Let all we have and are, combine 
To aid this glorious work of thine. 
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MISSIONARY HYMNS. 

3 Point us to men of upright mind, 
Devoted, diligent, and kind ; 

With grace be all their hearts endowed, 
And light to guide them in the road. 

4 With cheerful steps may they proceed, 
Where'er thy providence shall lead ; 

Let heaven and earth their works befriend, 
And mercy all their paths attend. 

5 Where Pagan altars now are built, 
And brutal blood, or human, spilt, 
There let the bleeding cross be reared, 
And God, our God, alone revered. 

6 Where captives groaned beneath their chain, 
Let grace and love, and concord reign ; 
The aged and the infant tongue 

Unite in one harmonious song. 



256 L. M. 

1 Let Jews and Gentiles, bond and free, 
Embrace salvation, Lord, by thee ; 
While those who now in darkness dwell, 
Deliverance sing from guilt and hell. 

2 Millions behold, on heathen ground, 
Who never heard the gospel's sound ; 
Oh. send it forth, and let it run, 
Swift and reviving as the sun. 

218 



MISSIONARY HYMNS. 

3 0, look on those, who stand to tell 

The way that leads from death and hell : 
Guard thou their lives, their hearts unite ; 
Teach them to act as in thy sight. 

4 To those who give, do thou impart 
A generous, wise, and tender heart ; 
Lord, crown their zeal, reward their care, 
That in thy grace they all may share. 

5 Let many stand around thy throne, 
From different climes ; let many own, 
The banner of the cross unfurled, 
Has saved from hell a ruined world. 



257 L. M. 

1 Send forth thy messengers of peace, 
Make Satan's reign and empire cease ; 
Let thy salvation, Lord, be known, 
That all the world thy power may own. 

2 Though darkness now the earth pervades f 
And men are placed in dismal shades, 
Our God will soon arise and shine 

On Zion with a light divine. 

3 Then nations, with his grace replete, 
Shall spread their trophies at his feet ; 
Clothed with immortal bliss, to prove 
The power and greatness of his love. 

219 



MISSIONARY HYMNS. 

4 may the triumphs of thy grace, 
Abound, while righteousness and peace, 
In mild and lovely forms, display 
The glories of the later day. 

258 CM. 

1 Trusting in Christ, go, heralds ! rear 
The gospel standard, void of fear ; 
Go seek with joy your destined home, 
And preach a Saviour, there unknown. 

2 Yes, Christian heroes, go, proclaim 
Salvation in Immanuel's name ; 
To distant climes the tidings bear, 
And plant the rose of Sharon there. 

3 He'll shield you with a wall of fire — 
With flaming zeal your hearts inspire ; 

' Bid raging winds their fury cease, 
And calm the savage breast to peace. 

4 And when our labors all are o'er, 
Then shall we meet to part no more ; 

Meet — with the blood-bought throng to fall, 
And crown our Jesus — Lord of all. 

259 L. M. 

1 Exert thy power, thy rights maintain, 
Insulted, everlasting King ! 
The influence of thy crown increase, 
And strangers to thy footstool bring. 
220 



MISSIONARY HYMNS. 

2 We long to see that happy time, 
That dear, expected, blissful day, 
When countless myriads of our race 
The second Adam shall obey. 

3 Thy prophecies must be fulfill'd, 
Though earth and hell should dare oppose; 
The stone cut from the mountain's side, 
Though unobserv'd, to empire grows. 

4 In one vast symphony of praise, 
Gentile and Jew shall then unite j 
And infidelity, asham'd, 

Sink in th' abyss of endless night. 

5 Afric's emancipated sons 

Shall join with Europe's polish'cl race 
To celebrate, in different tongues. 
The glories of redeeming grace. 

260 L. M. 

1 Go, missionaries, and proclaim, 

The kind Redeemer you have found; 

Publish his ever precious name 

To all the wondering nations round. 

2 Go, tell th' unletter'd wretched slave, 
Who groans beneath a tyrant's rod, 

You bring — a freedom bought with blood, 
The blood of an incarnate Word. 

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MISSIONARY HYMNS. 

3 And tell the panting sable chief, 
On Ethiopia's scorching sand, 

You come — with a refreshing stream 
To cheer and bless his thirsty land. 

4 Go, tell on India's golden shores, 
The Ganges, Tibet, and Boutan, 
That to enrich their deathless mind, 
You come — the friends of God and man. 

5 Tell all the distant isles afar 
That lie in darkness and the grave, 
You come — a glorious light to show, 
You come — their souls to seek and save. 

6 Say, the religion you profess 
Is all benevolence and love: 
And, crown'd with energy divine, 
Its heavenly origin will prove. 



261 L. M. 

1 " Go," said the voice of heavenly Love, 
" My gospel preach to every land ; 

Lo ! I am with you to the end, 
Observe and follow my command." 

2 With joy the first disciples heard, 
And told the ever-gracious news, 
As they from him receiv'd in charge, 
First, to the unbelieving Jews : 

222 



MISSIONARY HYMNS. 

3 Then, to the Gentiles, far and near, 
Publish'd salvation in his name, 
And the glad tidings of his grace, 
To this distinguish'd country came. 

4 But, ah ! to spread their sacred theme, 
How few have our attempts been found ! 
What heathen lands from us have heard 
The glorious heart-reviving sound ? 

5 To us their duty they bequeathed ; 
And left the promise on record ; 
And, had our ardour equall'd theirs, 
The same had been our blest reward. 

6 We, too, had multitudes beheld 
Forsake the gods their hands had made, 
And the bright beam of heavenly day 
Their yet benighted realms pervade. 



262 L. M. 

1 Where'er the blustering north-wind blows, 
And spreads its frost or fleecy snows ; 
Where'er the sun, with quickening ray, 
Shines all abroad and gives the day ; 

2 Where'er the lesser orbs of light 

Dart forth their beams and gild the night, 
There may his heralds loud proclaim 
The Saviour's love — the Saviour's name. 

223 



MISSIONARY HYMNS. 

3 For works so pleasing, so benign, 
Lord, grant thy blessings all divine, 
Till all " the spacious globe around, 
With" raptured "songs of praise resound." 

263 P. M. 

1 With songs of grateful praise 
Surround Jehovah's seat ; 
The goodness of his ways 

Through all the earth repeat ; 
His mercy rose 
Ere time was known, 
And from his throne 
Eternal flows. , 

. 2 He bids his light arise, 

And sends his gospel forth ; 
From east to west it flies, 

And fills the south aud north ; 
His mighty grace 
Its power imparts, 
And willing hearts 
His truth embrace. 

3 Then far as isles extend, 

To the vast ocean's bound, 
Let kings to Jesus bend, 

And pour their off'rings round ; 
Arabia raise 
The song divine, 
And, Afric, join 

T' exalt his praise. 
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ON OPENING A HOUSE OF WORSHIP. 

Let India's fertile shore 

Its gifts and honors bring, 
To hail the Saviour's power, 
To crown Immanuel King ; 
Remotest lands 
The homage pay, 
Till all obey 

His high commands. 



ON OPENING A HOUSE OF WORSHIP. 



264 L. M. 

1 Great God, thy watchful care we bless, 
Which guards these sacred courts in peace ; 
Nor dare tumultuous foes invade 

To fill thy worshippers with dread. 

2 These walls we to thy honor raise, 
Long may they echo to thy praise ! 
And thou, descending, fill the place 
With choicest tokens of thy grace. 

3 And in the great decisive day, 
When God the nations shall survey, 
May it before the word appear, 

That crowds were trained to glory here. 

225 



ON OPENING A HOUSE OF WORSHIP. 



265 C. M. 

1 Greatest of beings, Source of good, 

We bow before thy throne, 
Which from eternity hath stood, 
And worship thee alone. 

2 Wilt thou vouchsafe thy blessings here, 

And shed propitious rays, 
While with united hands we rear 
An altar to thy praise ? 

3 Here, then, in every heart be found 

The dwelling of thy choice : 
And here be heard that sweetest sound, 
The cheerful, thankful voice. 

4 Here may the mind, while sunk in woes, 

And comfort long delays, 
On Mercy's gentle breast repose, 
And change its sighs for praise. 

5 May love, with sweet, resistless force, 

Compel her guests to come ; 
Arrest the sinner's downward course, 
And call the wanderer home. 

6 While life eternal all pursue, 

Here may the way be shown, 
To know thyself, Grod only true, 
And Christ, thy chosen Son. 
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ON OPENING A HOUSE OF WORSHIP. 

266 L. M. 

1 Praise you the Lord, around whose throne 

All heaven in ceaseless worship waits ; 
Whose glory fills the worlds unknown ; 
Praise you the Lord, from Zion's gates. 

2 With mingling souls and voices join, 

To him the swelling anthem raise ; 
Repeat his name with joy divine, 
And fill this temple with his praise. 

3 All-gracious God, to thee w.e owe 

Each joy and blessing time affords ; 
Light, life and health, and all below, 

Spring from thy presence, Lord of lords. 

4 Thine be the praise, for thine the love, 

That freely all our sins forgave, 
Pointed our dying eyes above, 

And showed us life beyond the grave. 

5 Immortal life ! this thought disarms 

The terrors of our mortal shore ; 
It brings to view eternal charms, 
When other comforts are no more. 

267 L. M. 

1 thou, to whom, in ancient time, 

The lyre of Hebrew bards was strung, 
Whom kings adored in song sublime, 

And prophets praised with glowing tongue ; 

227 



ON OPENING A HOUSE OF WORSHIP. 

2 Not now on Zion's height alone, 

Thy favored worshipper may dwell; 
Not where, at sultry noon, thy Son 
Sat, weary, by the patriarch's well : 

3 From every place below the skies, 

The grateful song the fervent prayer, 
The incense of the heart, may rise 
To heaven, and find acceptance there. 

4 In this thy house, whose doors we now 

For social worship first unfold 
To thee the suppliant throng shall bow, 
While circling years on years are rolled. 

5 To thee shall age, with snowy hair, 

And strength and beauty, bend the knee, 
And childhood lisp, with reverent air, 
Its praises and its prayers to thee. 

6 thou, to whom, in ancient time, 

The lyre of prophet bards was strung, 
To thee, at last, in every clime, 

Shall temples rise, and praise be sung. 



268 C. M. 

Supreme in power, God of grace, 
Thy throne is fixed on high ; 

Yet to thy waiting, suppliant race, 
Art thou forever nigh. 

228 



ON OPENING- A HOUSE OF WORSHIP. 

2 Before thy mercy-seat we bend, 

Implore thy love divine, 
Where justice, truth and mercy blend. 
And in full splendor shine. 

3 Wilt thou, our Father and our Friend, 

Accept this house of prayer?. 
And may thy potent arm defend 
This temple of thy care. 

4 To thee we dedicate this house, 

And our best offering bring : 
Here pay to thee our solemn vows, 
And hymns of triumph sing. 

5 Long may these temple walls resound 

With thy most worthy praise ; 
And may each heart, Grod, be found 
A temple of thy grace. 



269 L. M. 

1 O bow thy ear, Eternal One ! 
On thee our heart adoring calls ; 
To thee the followers of thy Son 

Have raised, and now devote these walls. 

2 Here let thy holy days be kept ; 
And be this place to worship given, 
Like that bright spot where Jacob slept, 
The house of God, the gate of heaven. 

20 229 



ON OPENING A HOUSE OF WORSHIP. 

3 Here may honor dwell ; and here, 
As incense, let thy children's prayer, 
From contrite hearts and lips sincere, 
Rise on the still and peaceful air. 

4 Here be thy praise devoutly sung ; 
Here let thy truth beam forth to save, 
As when, of old. thy spirit hung 

On wings of light o'er Jordan's waye. 

5 And when the lips, that with thy name 
Are vocal now. to dust shall turn, 

On others may devotion's flame 
Be kindled here, and purely burn. 



27 O L. M. 

1 Jehovah. God. our heavenly King. 

This temple to thy name we raise ; 
In strains as pure as angels sing. 
may its walls resound thy praise. 

2 Here may thy truth' in radiance shine, 

And grateful hearts its influence feel ; 
And at its pure and holy shrine. 
In ardent homage may we kneel. 

3 May virtue's bright and living flame, 

From souls renewed by heavenly love, 
Waft its sweet incense to thy name, — 
A sacrifice thou wilt approve. 
230 



ON OPENING A HOUSE OF WORSHIP. 

4 When, in thy earthly dwelling-place, 

We meet to mingle praise and prayer. 
May we in love the word embrace. 
And all thjrpromis'd blessings share. 

5 And wdien thy love our souls shall raise. 

When every knee to thee shall bend, 
0, then, we'll give thee deathless praise, 
Eternal Father, changeless Friend. 

271 L. M. 

1 And will the great eternal G-od 
On earth establish his abode ? 
And will he from his radiant throne 
Avow our temples for his own ? 

2 We bring the tribute of our praise, 
And sing that condescending grace, 
Which to our notes shall lend an ear, 
And call us sinful mortals near. 

3 These walls we to thy honor raise : 
Long may they echo with thy praise j 
And thou, in blessing, fill the place 
With choicest tokens of thy grace. 

27 2 L. M. 

J The perfect world by Adam trod, 
Was the first temple — built by God ; 
His fiat laid the corner stone, 
And raised its pillars, one by one. 

231 



MORNING HYMNS. 

•2 He hung its starry roof on high — 
The broad illimitable sky ; 
He spread its pavement green and bright. 
And curtained it with morning light. 

3 The mountains in their places stood — 
The sea, the sky, and " all was good ;" 
And when its first pure praises rang, 
The "morning stars together sang." 

4 Lord ! 't is not ours to make the sea 
And earth and sky a house for thee ; 
But in thy sight our offering is 

. An humbler temple, " made with hands." 



MOR1VIXG HYMNS. 



273 L. M. 

God of the morning, at thy voice 

The cheerful sun makes haste to rise. 

And like a giant doth rejoice 

To run his journey through the skies. 

0, like the sun may T fulfil 

Th' appointed duties of the day ; 

With ready mind and active will 

March on, and keep my heavenly way. 
232 



MORNING HYMNS. 

3 Lord, thy commands are clean and pure, 

Enlightening our beclouded eyes ; 
Thy threatening^ just, thy promise sure ; 
Thy gospel makes the simple wise. 

4 Give me thy counsels for my guide, 

And then receive me to thy bliss ; 
All my desires and hopes beside 

Are faint and cold compared with this. 



274 CM. 

1 Once more, my soul, the rising day 

Salutes thy walking eyes ; 
Once more, my voice, thy tribute pay 
To Him who rules the skies. 

2 Night unto night his name repeats ; 

The day renews the sound ; 
Wide as the heavens on which he sits, 
To turn the seasons round. 

3 'Tis he supports my mortal frame ; 

My tongue shall speak his praise ; 
My sins would rouse his wrath to flame, 
And yet his wrath delays. 

4 How many wretched souls have fled 

Since the last setting sun ! 
And yet thou lengthenest out my thread, 
And yet my moments run. 

20* 233 



MORNING HYMNS. 

5 Great God, let all my hours be thine, 
When I enjoy the light ; 
Then shall my sun in smiles, decline, 
And bring a peaceful night. 

275 CM. 

1 Again, from calm and sweet repose, 

I rise to hail the dawn ; 
Again my waking eyes unclose, 
To view the smiling morn. 

2 Great God of love, thy praise I'll sing; 

For thou hast safely kept 
My soul beneath thy guardian wing, 
And watched me while I slept. 

3 Let every thought and word accord 

With thy most holy will : 
Each deed the precepts of thy word 
With pious aim fulfil. 

4 From danger, sin, and every ill, 

My constant Guardian prove ; 
0, sanctify my heart, and fill 
With thoughts of holy love. 

276 C. M. 

1 God of rny life, my morning song 
To thee I cheerful raise : 
Thy acts of love, 'tis good to sing, 
And pleasant 'tis to praise. 
234 



MORNING HYMNS. 

2 Preserved by thy almighty arm, 

I passed the shades of night, 
Serene, and safe from every harm, 
To see the morning light. 

3 While numbers spent the night in sighs, 

And restless pains and woes, 

In gentle sleep I closed my eyes, 

And woke from sweet repose. 

4 0, let the same almighty care 

Through all this day attend ; 
From every danger, every snare, . 
My heedless steps defend. 



277 L. M. 

1 Awake, my soul, and with the sun 
Thy daily stage of duty run ; 
Shake off dull sloth, and joyful rise 
To pay the morning sacrifice. 

2 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
And with the angels bear thy part, 
Who all night long unwearied sing 
High praises to th' eternal King. 

3 Glory to thee, who safe has kept, 
And hast refreshed me while I slept ; 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
I may of endless life partake. 

235 



EVENING HYMNS. 



Lord. I to thee my vows renew ; 

Dispel my sins as morning dew ; 

Guard my first springs of thought and will, 

And with thyself my spirit fill. 



EVEJS1KG HYMNS. 



27 8 L. M. 

1 Another fleeting day is gone ! 
Slow o'er the west the shadows rise, 
Swift the soft stealing hours have flown, 
And night's dark mantle veils the skies. 

2 Another fleeting day is gone ! 
Swept from the records of the year ; 
And still, with every setting sun, 
Life's fading visions disappear. 

3 Another fleeting day is gone ! 
But soon a fairer shall arise ; — 
A day, whose never-setting sun 

Shall pour its light o'er cloudless skies. 
2*6 



EVENING HYMNS. 

4 Another fleeting day is gone ! 
In solemn silence rest, my soul, 
And bow before His awful throne, 
Who bids the morn and evening roll. 

279 0. M. 

1 I love to steal awhile away 

From every cumbering care, 
And spend the hours of setting day 
In humble, grateful prayer. 

2 I love to think on mercies past, 

And future good implore, 
And all my cares and sorrows cast 
On him whom I adore. 

3 I love by faith to take a view 

Of brighter scenes in heaven ; 
The prospect doth my strength renew, 
While here by tempests driven. 

4 Thus, when life's toilsome day is o'er, 

May its departing ray 
Be calm as this impressive hour, 
And lead to endless day. 

280 7s. M.* 

1 Softly now the light of day 
Fades upon our sight away : 
Free from care, from labor free, 
Lord, we would commune with thee ! 

237 



EVENING HYMNS. 

2 Thou, whose all-pervading eye 
Naught escapes, without, within, 
Pardon each infirmity, 

Open fault, and secret sin. 

3 When, from us, the light of day 
Shall on earth have passed away. 
Then, from sin and sorrow free, 
Take us, Lord, to dwell with thee. 

281 7s. M. 

1 0, 't is sweet to mingle, where 
Christians meet for social prayer ; 
0, 't is sweet, with them to raise 
Songs of holy joy and praise ; 
Then how blest that state must be, 
When they meet eternally. 

2 Father, let these meetings prove 
Scenes of fervent Christian love ; 
While we worship in this place, 
May we go from grace to grace, 
Till we, each in his degree, 

Fit for endless glory be. 

282 * 7s. M. 

1 Softly fades the twilight ray 
Of this holy sabbath day ; 
Gentle as life's setting sun, 
When the Christian course is run. 
23rf 



EVENING HYMNS. 

2 Night her solemn mantle spreads 
O'er the earth as daylight fades ; 
All things tell of calm repose 
At this holy sabbath's close. 

3 Peace is on the world abroad ; 
'Tis the holy peace of God, — 
Symbol of the peace within, 
When the spirit rests from sin. 

4 Saviour, may our sabbaths be 
l>ays of peace and joy in thee, / 
Till in heaven our souls repose, 
Where the sabbath ne'er shall close. 



283 8s. & 7s. M. 

1 Lo ! the day of rest declineth ; 

Gather fast the shades of night — 
May the Sun that ever shineth, 
Fill our souls with heavenly light. 

2 Softly now the dew is falling ; 

Peace o'er all the scene is spread :— 
On his, children, meekly calling, 
Purer influence God will shed. 

3 While thine ear of love addressing, 

Thus our parting hymn we sing, 
Father, give thine evening blessing ; 
Fold us safe beneath thy wing. 

239 



EVENING HYMNS. 



284 L. M. 

1 Ere in the world again we go, 

Its pleasures, cares, and idle show, 
Thy grace once more, God, we crave, 
From folly and from sin to save. 

2 0, may the influence of this day, 
Long as our memory with us stay, 
And as an angel guardian prove, 
To guide us to our home above. 



285 L. M. 

1 While now upon this sabbath eve, 
Thy house, Almighty God, we leave, 
J Tis sweet, as sinks the setting sun, 
To think on all our duties done. 

2 Oh! evermore may all our bliss 
Be peaceful, pure, divine, like this ; 
And may each sabbath, as it flies, 
Fit us for joy beyond the skies. 



286 L. M. 

1 Glory to thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blessings of the light : 
Keep me, keep me. King of kings, 
Under thy own almighty wings. 
240 



THE NEW YEAR HYMNS. 

2 Forgive me. Lord, for thy dear Son, 
The ills that I this day have done ; 
That with the world, myself, and thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed ; 
Teach me to die, that so I may 
Triumphant rise at the last day. 



THE NEW YEAR HYMNS. 



287 L. M. 

1 The term of life assigned to man 
Is transient as a passing shade ; 
Its longest period is a span, 
And in the bud his honors fade. 

2 He walks but in an empty show, 
Vexed and disquieted in vain : 

To unknown heirs his wealth must flow, 
And he to dust return again. 

21 241 



THE NEW YEAR HYMNS. 

3 So let us number, then, our days, 
That we may know how frail we are ; 
Call to remembrance all our ways, 
And for eternity prepare. 

288 P. M. 

1 Come, let us anew our journeys pursue, 

Roll round with the year. 
And never stand still till the Master appear ! 

2 His adorable will let us gladly fulfil, 

And our talents improve, 
By the patience of hope, and the labor of love. 

3 Our life is a dream, our time as a stream 

Glides swiftly away ; 
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay. 

4 The arrow is flown, the moment is gone . 

The millennial year 
Rushes on to our view, and eternity 's here. 

5 that each in the day of his coming may say, 

a I have fought my way through ; 
I have finished the work thou didst give me 
to do." 

6 that each from his Lord may receive the 

glad word — 
" Well and faithfully done ! 
Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne." 
242 



THE NEW YEAR HYMNS. 



289 C. M. 

1 And now, my soul, another year 

Of my short life is past : 

I cannot long continue here ; 

And this may be my last. 

2 Part of my doubtful life is gone, 

Nor will return again ; 
And swift my fleeting moments run— 
The few which yet remain ! 

3 Now a new space of life begins, 

Set out afresh for heaven : 
Seek pardon for thy former sins, 
Through Christ, so freely given. 

5 Devoutly yield thyself to God, 
And on his grace depend ; 
With zeal pursue the heavenly road, 
Nor doubt a happy end. 



290 10s. M. 

1 God of the changing year, whose arm of power 
In safety leads through danger's darkest hour, 
Here in thy temple bow thy creatures down, 
To bless thy mercy and thy might to own. 

243 



THE NEW YEAR HYMNS. 

2 Thine are the beams that cheer us on our way, 
And pour around the gladdening light of clay ; 
Thine is the night, and the fair orbs that shine 
To cheer its hours of darkness — all are thine. 

3 If round our path the thorns of sorrow grew, 
And mortal friends were faithless, thou wert 

true ; 
Did sickness shake the frame, or anguish tear 
The wounded spirit, thou wert present there. 

4 Yet when our hearts review departed days, 
How vast thy mercies! how remiss, our praise ! 
Well may we dread thy awful eye to meet, 
Bend at thy throne, and worship at thy feet. 

5 lend thy ear, and lift our voice to thee ; 
Where'er we dwell, still let thy mercy be ; 
From year to year, still nearer to thy shrine 
Draw our frail hearts, and make them wholly 

thine. 

291 7s. M. 

1 See ! another year is gone ! 
Quickly have the seasons past ! 
This we enter now upon 
Will to many prove their last. 
Mercy hitherto has spared, 
But have mercies been improved ? 
Let us ask, Am I prepared, 
Should I be this year removed ? 
244 



I 

THE NEW YEAR HYMNS. 

2 Some we now no longer see, 
Who their mortal race have run, 
Seemed as fair for life as we, 
When the former year begun. 
Some — but who God odIv knows — 
Who are here assembled now, 

Ere the present year shall close, 
To the stroke of death must bow. 

3 If from guilt and sin set free 
By the knowledge of his grace, 
Welcome, then, the call will be 
To depart and see his face. 

To his saints while here below, 
With new years new mercies come ; 
But the happiest year they know, 
Is the last that leads them home. 



292 8s. & 7s. M. 

1 See the leaves around us falling, 

Dry and withered, to the ground ; 
Thus to thoughtless mortals calling, 
In a sad and solemn sound : — 

2 "Sons of Adam, (once in Eden, 

Where, like us, he blighted fell,) 
Here the lesson we are reading ; 
Mark the awful truth we tell : 
21* 245 



THE NEW YEAR HYMNS. 

3 M Youth, on length of days presuming, 

Who the paths of pleasure tread. 
View us, late in beauty blooming, 
Numbered now among the dead. 

4 u What though yet no losses grieve you, 

Gay with health and many a grace, 
Let not cloudless skies deceive you : 
Summer gives to autumn place. 

5 " Yearly in our course returning, 

Messengers of shortest stay, 
Thus we preach the truth concerning, 
Heaven and earth shall pass away." 

6 On the tree of life eternal, 

let all our hopes be laid : 
This alone, forever vernal, 

Bears a leaf that shall not fade. 



293 L. M. 

1 My helper, God ! I bless his name ; 
The same his power, his grace the same : 
The tokens of his friendly care 

Open, and crown, and close the year. 

2 I 'midst ten thousand dangers stand, 
Supported by his guardian hand ; 
And see, when I survey my ways, 
Ten thousand monuments of praise. 

246 



THE NEW YEAR HYMNS. 

Thus far his arm hath led me on ; 
Thus far I make his mercy known ; 
And, while I tread this desert land, 
New blessings shall new songs demand. 



294 C. M. 

1 Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds 

Of the revolving ye^ar ; 
How swift the weeks complete their rounds ! 
How short the months appear ! 

2 So fast eternity comes on, 

And that important day, 
When all that mortal life has done, 
Grod's judgment shall survey. 

3 Yet like an idle tale we pass 

The swift advancing year, 
And study artful ways 7 t increase 
The speed of its career. 

4 Awake, my mind, my trifling heart, 

Your great concern to see ; 
That I may act the Christian part, 
And from all danger flee. 

5 Thus shall their course more grateful roll, 

If future years arise ; 
Or this shall bear my peaceful soul 
To joy that never dies. 

247 



THE NEW YEAR HYMNS. 



295 7s. M. 

While, with ceaseless course, the sun 
Hasted through the former year, 
Many souls their race have run, 
Never more to meet us here ! 
Fixed in an eternal state, 
They have done with all below ; 
We a little longer wait, 
But how little, none can know. 



As the winged arrow flies 
Speedily the mark to find ; 
As the lightening from the skies 
Darts, and leaves no trace behind ; 
Swiftly thus our fleeting days 
Bear us down life's rapid stream; 
Upward, Lord, our spirits raise ; 
All below is but a dream. 

Thanks for mercies past receive, 
Pardon of our sins renew ; 
Teach us henceforth how to live. 
With eternity in view. 
May thy word to young and old ; 
Fill us with a Saviour's love ; 
And, when life's short tale is told, 
May we dwell with thee above. 
248 



THE NEW YEAR HYMNS. 



296 C. M. 

1 Father of mercies ! G-od of love ! 
Whose kind compassion still we prove, 
Our praise accept, and bless us here, 
Thus brought to see — another year. 

2 What shall we render to thy name, 
Or how thy glorious praise proclaim ! 
Whose constant, kind, indulgent care, 
Has brought us to — another year. 

3 Thy bounty, pity, patience too, 

With thankful hearts, Lord, we review : 
And own we've had a plenteous share 
To bring us to — another year. 

4 Our souls, our all, we here resign, 
Make us, and keep us ever thine : 
And grant that in thy love and fear 
We may begin — another year. 

5 Be this our sweet experience still, 
To know and do thy holy will ; 
Then shall our souls with joy sincere 
Bless thee for this — another year. 

6 Help us to walk, as in thy sight, 
With glowing pleasure and delight ; 
Then, whether life or death appear, 
We'll bless thee for — another year. 

249 



FUNERAL HYMNS. 



7 Still, Lord, through life thy love display, 
And then in death's approaching day 
We'll joyful part with all that's here, 
Nor wish on earth — another year. 



FUNERAL HYMXS. 



297 L. M. 

1 Why should we start, and fear to die ? 

What timorous worms we mortals are ? 
Death is the gate of endless joy, 
And yet we dread to enter there. 

2 The pains, the groans, the dying strife, 

Fright our approaching souls away j 
Still we shrink back again to life, 
Fond of our prison and our clay. 

3 ! if my Lord would come and meet, 

My soul would stretch her wings in haste, 
Fly fearless through death's iron gate, 
Nor feel the terrors as she passed. 
250 



FUNERAL HYMNS. 

4 Jesus can make a dying bed 

Feel soft as downy pillows are, 
While on his breast I lean my head, 
And breathe my life out sweetly there. 

298 P. M. 

1 Thou art gone to the grave, but we will not 

deplore thee ; 
Though sorrows and darkness encompass the 

tomb, 
The Saviour has passed through its portals 

before thee, 
And the lamp of his love is thy guide through 

the gloom. 

2 Thou art gone to the grave — we no longer 

behold thee, 
Nor tread the rough path of the world by 

thy side ; 
But the wide arms of mercy are spread to 

enfold thee, | 

And sinners may hope, since the Sinless has 

died. 

3 Thou art gone to the grave, and its mansions 

forsaking, 
Perhaps thy tried spirit in doubt lingered 

long ; 
But the sunshine of heaven beamed bright 

on thy waking, 
And the song that thou heardst was the 



seraphim's song. 



251 



FUNERAL HYMNS. 

4 Thou art gone to the grave, but 'twere wrong 

to deplore thee, 
When Christ was thy ransom, thy guardian 

and guide ; 
He gave thee, and took thee, and soon will 

restore thee. 
Where death has no sting, since the Saviour 

hath died. 

299 0. M. 

1 Hear what the voice from heaven proclaims 

For all the pious dead ! 
Sweet is the savor of their names, 
And soft their sleeping bed. 

2 They die in Jesus, and are blessed ; 

How kind their slumbers are ! 
From sufferings and from sin released. 
And freed from every snare. 

3 Far from this world of toil and strife. 

They're present with the Lord ; 
The labors of their mortal life 
End in a large reward. 

300 C. M. 

". Great God, 1 own thy sentence just 
And nature must decay : 
I yield my body to the dust, 
To dwell with fellow-clay. 
252 



FUNERAL HYMNS. 



O 



Yet faith may triumph o'er the grave, 
And trample on the tombs ; 

My Saviour, my Redeemer lives, 
My G-od, my Saviour comes. 

3 The might ^ Conqu'ror shall appear 

High on a royal seat, 
And Death, the last of all his foes, 
Lie vanquish'd at his feet. 

4 Though greedy worms devour my skin. 

And gnaw my wasting flesh, 
When G-od shall build my bones again, 
He'll clothe them all afresh. 

5 Then shall I see thy lovely face 

With strong immortal eyes, 
And feast upon thy unknown grace 
With pleasure and surprise. 



301 C. M. 

1 Death canot make our souls afraid 
If Grod be with us there ; 
We may walk through its darkest shade 
And never yield to fear. 

I could renounce my all below 

If my Creator bid, 
And run if I were called to go, 

And die as Moses did. 

22 253 



FUNERAL HYMNS. 

3 Olasp'd in my heavenly Father's arms, 
I would forget my breath, 
And loose my life among the charms 
Of so divine a death. 

302 C. M. 

1 "* Why flow these torrents of distress !" 

(The gentle Saviour cries :) 
" Why are my sleeping saints surveyed 
With unbelieving eyes ? 

2 "Death's feeble arm shall never boast 

A friend of Christ is slain, 
Nor o'er their meaner part in dust 
A lasting power retain. 

3 " I come, on wings of love, — I come 

The slumberers to awake ; 
My voice shall reach the deepest tomb, 
And all its bonds shall break. 

4 u Touch'd by my hand, in smiles they rise, 

They rise to sleep no more : 
But rob'd with light, and crown'd with joy, 
To endless day they soar." 

303 L. M. 

1 Now let our drooping hearts revive, 
And all our tears be dry ; 
Why should those eyes be drown'd in grief, 
Which view a Saviour nigh % 
254 



FUNERAL HYMNS. 

2 What though the arm of conquering death 

Does God's own house invade? 
What though the prophet and the priest 
Be number'd with the dead? 

3 Th' glorious Saviour still survives, 

New comfort to impart ; 
His eye still guides us, and his voice 
Still animates our hearts. 

4 " Lo ! I am with you," saith the Lord, 

; * My church shall safe abide ; 
For I will ne'er forsake my own, 
Whose souls in me confide." 

5 Through every scene of life and death, 

This promise is our trust ; 
And this shall be our children's song, 
When we are cold in dust. 



304 L. M. 

1 Peace ! — 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand 

That blasts our joys in death 

Changes the visage once so dear, . 

And gathers back the breath. 

2 'Tis he, — the Potentate supreme, 

Of all the worlds above, — 
Whose steady counsels wisely rule, 
Nor from their purpose move. 

255 



FUNERAL HYMNS. 

3 } Tis He, whose justice might demand 

Our souls a sacrifice ; 
Yet scattered, with unwearied hand, 
A thousand rich supplies. 

4 Our cov'nant God and Father he 

In Christ our bleeding Lord, 
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart, 
With one reviving word. 



305 L. M. 

i Why do we mourn departed friends, 
Or shake at death's alarms ? 
J Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, 
To call them to his arms. 

2 Are we not upward tending too, 

As fast as time can move ? 
Nor should we wish the hours more slow, 
To keep us from our love. 

3 Why should we tremble to convey 

Their bodies to the tomb ? 
Since Christ himself within it lay, 
And took away the gloom. 

4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, 

And soften'd ev'ry bed ; 
Where should the dying members rest, 
But with their humbled head ? 
256 



FUNERAL HYMNS. 

5 Thence he arose ascending high, 

And show'd our feet the way ; 
Up to the Lord his saints shall fly, 
At the great rising day. 

6 There in his presence we shall stand, 

And celebrate his love; 
Angels and saints, a glorious band, 
Shall crowd the courts above. 



306 L. M. 

1 The God of love will sure indulge 
The flowing tear, the heaving sigh, 
When righteous persons fall around, — 
When tender friends and kindred die. 

2 Yet not one anxious, murm'ring thought, 
Should with our mourning passions blend f 
Nor would our bleeding hearts forget 

Th' almighty ever-living Friend. 

3 Beneath a num'rous train of ills, 
Our feeble flesh and heart may fail ; 
Yet shall our hope in thee, our God, 
O'er every gloomy fear prevail. 

4 Parent and husband, guard and guide ; 
Thou art each tender name in one, 

On thee we cast our every care. 
And comfort seek from thee alone. 
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FUNERAL HYMNS. 

5 Our Father God, to thee we look, 
Our rock, our portion, and our Friend, 
And on thy cov'nant love and truth 
Our sinking souls shall still depend. 

310 C. M. 

1 How still and peaceful is the grave, 

Where life's vain tumults past ; 
Th' appointed place, by Heav'n's decree, 
Receives us all at last. 

2 There servants, masters, small and great, 

Partake the same repose ; 
And there in peace the ashes mix 
Of those who once were foes. 

3 All, levell'd by the hand of death; 

Lie sleeping in the tomb, 
Till God in judgment calls them forth 
To meet their final doom. 

4 may I stand before the Lamb, 

When earth and sees are fled, 
And hear the judge pronounce my name, 
With blessings on my head. 

311 CM. 

1 Heaven has confirm'd the great decree, 
That Adam's race must die : 
One general ruin sweeps them down, 
And low in dust they lie. 
258 



PRAISE. 



n 



You living men, the tomb survey, 
Where you must quickly dwell, 

Hark ! how the awful summons sounds, 
In every fun'ral knell. 

3 Those eyes, so long in darkness veil'd, 

Must wake the Judge to see ; 
And every word and every thought 
Must pass his scrutiny. 

4 0, may I in the Judge behold, 

My Saviour and my Friend ! 
And, far beyond the reach of death, 
With all his saints ascend. 



PRAISE. 



309 8s. & 7s. M. 

1 Mighty God, while angels bless thee 

May not mortals lisp thy name ? 
Lord of men, as well as angels, 
Thou art every creature's theme. 

2 Lord of every land and nation, 

Ancient of eternal days, 
Sounded through the wide creation 
Be thy just and worthy praise, — 

259 



PRAISE. 

3 For the grandeur of thy nature, 

Grand beyond a seraph's thought, — 
For created works of power, 

Works with skill and kindness wrought,- 

4 For thy providence, that governs 

Through thy empire's wide domain, 
Wings an angel, guides a sparrow ; 
Glory to thy gentle reign. 

5 But thy rich, thy free redemption, 

Beams with brightness all along ; 

Thought is poor, and poor expression : 

Who can sing this glorious song ? 



310 L. M. 

1 Praise, everlasting praise, be paid 
To him who earth's foundation laid ; 
Praise to the God, whose strong decrees 
Sway the creation as he please. 

2 Praise to the goodness of the Lord, 
Who rules his people by his word ; 
And there, as strong as his decrees, 
Reveals his kindest promises. 

3 Whence, then, should doubts and fears arise ? 
Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes ? 
Slowly, alas ! the mind receives 

The comforts that our Maker gives. 
260 



PRAISE. 

4 0, for a strong, a lasting faith. 
To credit what Jehovah saith ; 
To hear the message of his Son, 
And call the joys of heaven our own. 

5 Then, should the earth's firm pillars shake, 
And all the wheels of nature break, 

Our steady souls shall fear no more 
Than solid rocks when billows roar. 

311 L. P. M. 

1 Give to the Lord, in cheerful songs, 
The praise that to his name belongs, 

Whose goodness still unceasing flows ; 
Repeat his name with grateful mind, 
Who, ever good and ever kind, 

No change nor variation knows. 

2 Sovereign alone of earth and sky, 
On thee for every hour's supply, 

Thy various creatures all depend ; 
Man, whom thy light has made to know 
The source whence all his blessings flow, 

Views in his God his kindest friend. 

3 Yet still our notes we'll higher raise, 
To celebrate in ardent praise 

Eternal life through Jesus given ; 
Thy gracious messenger he came, — 
Eternal glory to thy name ! — 

And pointed out the way to heaven. 

261 



PRAISE. 

312 L. M. 

1 Sweet is the work, my God. my King, 

To praise thy name, give thanks and sing ; 
To show thy love by morning light, 
And talk of all thy truth at night. 

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest ; 

No mortal care shall seize my breast ; 
may my heart in tune be found, 
Like David's harp, of solemn sound ! 

3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, 
And bless his works, and bless his word ; 
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine ! 
How deep thy counsels ! how divine ! 

4 When shall I see, and hear, and know, 
All I desired or wished below, 

And every power find sweet employ 
In an eternal world of joy? 

313 L. M. 

1 My God. my King, thy various praise 
Shall fill the remnant of my days ; 
Thy grace employ my humble tongue 
Till death and glory raise the song. 

2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear 
Some thankful tribute to thy ear ; 
And ev'ry setting sun shall see 
New works of duty done for thee. 

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PRAISE. 

3 Thy works with sovereign glory shine. 
And speak thy majesty divine ; 

Let every realm with joy proclaim 
The sound and honor of thy name. 

4 Let distant times and nations raise 
The long succession of thy praise ; 
And unborn ages make my song 
The joy and labor of their tongue. 

5 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds 1 
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds ! 
Vast and unsearchable thy ways — 
Yast and immortal be thy praise. 



314 S. M. 

1 bless the Lord, our souls, 

Nor let his mercies lie 
Forgotten in unthankfulness, 
And without praises die. 

2 'Tis he forgives our sins ; 

'Tis he relieves our pain j 
'Tis he that heals our sicknesses, 
And gives us strength again. 

3 He crowns our lives with love, 

When rescued from the grave ; 
He, who redeems our souls from death, 
From every ill can save. 

263 



"PRAISE. 

He fills the poor with good ; 

He gives the suff'rers rest; 
The Lord hath judgments for the proud, 

And grace for the oppressed. 

His wondrous works and ways 

He made by Moses known, 
But sent the world his truth and grace 

By his anointed Son. 



315 L. M. 

1 God of my life, through all my days 
I'll tune the grateful notes of praise ; 
The song shall wake with opening light, 
And warble to the silent night. 

2 When anxious care would break my rest, 
And grief would tear my throbbing breast. 
The notes of praise, ascending high, 
Shall check the murmur and the sigh. 

3 When death o'er nature shall prevail, 
And all the powers of language fail, 

Joy through my swimming eyes shall break, 
And mean the thanks I cannot speak. 

4 But, 0, when that last conflict 's o'er, 
And I am chained to earth no more, 
With what glad accents shall I rise, 
To join the music of the skies ! 

264 



PRAISE. 



Then shall I learn th' exalted strains 
That echo through the heavenly rjlains, 
And emulate, with joy unknown, 
The glowing seraphs round thy throne. 



316 H. M. 

1 Sing to the Lord most high ; 

Let every land adore ; 
With grateful voice make known 

His goodness and his power ; 
With cheerful songs declare his ways, 
And let his praise inspire your tongues. 

2 Enter his courts with joy ; 

With fear address the Lord ; 
He formed us with his hand, 

And quickened by his word ; 
With wide command, he spreads his sway 
O'er every sea and every land. 

3 His hands provide our food, 

And every blessing give ; 
We feed upon his care, 

And in his pastures live ; 
With cheerful songs declare his ways, 
And let his praise inspire your tongues. 

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RESIGNATION. 

317 CM. 

1 for a song of sacred joy 

To God .the sovereign Kino; ! 
Let every land their tongues employ, 
And hymns of triumph sing. 

2 Whilst angels sing his lofty praise, 

Let mortals learn their strains ; 
Let all the earth their voices raise ; 
O'er all the earth he reigns. 

3 Rehearse his praise with awe profound ; 

Let knowledge lead the song ; 
Nor mock him with a solemn sound 
s Upon a thoughtless tongue. 

4 In Israel stood his ancient throne ; 

He loved that chosen race ; 
But now he calls the world his own, 
And heathens taste his grace. 



RESIGNATION. 



318 L. M. 

1 Thy ways, Lord, with wise design, 
Are framed upon thy throne above. 
And every dark or bending line 
Meets in the centre of thy love. 
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RESIGNATION. 

2 With feeble light, and half obscure. 

Poor mortals thy arrangements view 
Not knowing that the least are sure, 
And the mysterious just and true. 

3 Thy flock, thine own peculiar care, 

Though now they seem to roam abroad. 
Are led or driven only where 
They best and safest may abide. 

4 They neither know nor trace the way ; 

But, trusting to thy piercing eye, 
None of their feet to ruin stray, 
Nor shall the weakest fail or die. 

5 My favored soul shall meekly learn 

To lay her reason at thy throne ; 
Too weak thy secrets to discern, 
I'll trust thee for my guide alone. 



319 L. M. 

1 Wait, every soul, your Maker's will ; 
Unhallowed passions, all be still ; 
Nor let a murmuring thought arise ; 
His ways are just, his counsels wise. 

2 Thick darkness round his throne he draws, 
His work performs, conceals the cause ; 
But, though his methods are unknown, 
Judgment and truth support his throne. 

267 



RESIGNATION. 

In heaven, and earth, and air, and seas, 
He executes his firm decrees ; 
And, by his saints, it stands confessed, 
That what he does is ever best. 

Wait, then, each soul, submissive wait, 
Prostrate before his awful seat ; 
And, midst the terrors of his rod, 
Trust in a wise and gracious God. 



320 C. M. 

1 Let the whole race of creatures lie 

Abased before the Lord ! 
Whate'er his mighty hand has formed 
He governs with a word. 

2 Ten thousand ages ere the skies 

Were into motion brought, 
All the long years and worlds to come 
Stood present to his thought. 

3 If light attend the course we go, 

'Tis he provides the rays ; 
And 'tis his hand that hides the sun, 
If darkness cloud our days. 

4 Trusting thy wisdom, God of love, 

We would not wish to know 
What, in the book of thy decrees, 
Awaits us here below. 
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NOT ASHAMED OF CHRIST. 

Be this alone our fervent prayer : 
Whate'er our lot shall be, 

Or joys, or sorrows, may they form 
Our souls for heaven and thee. 



NOT ASHAMED OF CHRIST. 



321 C. M. 

1 Asham'd of Christ ! our souls disdain 

The mean, ungen'rous thought ; 
Shall we disown that friend whose blood 
To man salvation brought? 

2 With the glad news of love and peace 

From heav'n to earth he came ; 
For us endur'd the painful cross, 
For us despis'd the shame. 

3 To his command let us submit 

Ourselves without delay : 
Our lives — yea, thousand lives of ours, 
His love can ne'er repay. 

4 Each faithful foll'wer Jesus views 

With infinite delight ; 
Their lives to him are dear — their death 
Is precious in his sight. 
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NOT ASHAMED OF CHRIST. 

5 To bear his name — his cross to bear- 

Our highest honor this ! 
Who nobly suffers for him now 
Shall reign with him. in bliss. 

6 But should we. in the evil day, 

From our profession fly, 
Jesus, the judge, before the world 
The traitors will deny. 



322 C. M. 

1 I'm not asham'd to own my Lord, 

Nor to defend his cause, 
Maintain the honors of his word, 
The glory of his cross. 

2 Jesus, my Lord, I know his name, 

His name is all my trust ; 
Nor will he put my soul to shame, 
Nor let my hope be lost. 

3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, 

And he can well secure 
What I've committed to his hands, 
Till the decisive hour. 

4 Then will he own my worthless name 

Before his Father's face, 

And in the New Jerusalem 

Appoint for me a place. 

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NOT ASHAMED OF CHRIST. 



323 L. M. 

1 Jesus, and shall it ever be, 

A mortal man asham'd of thee : 
Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, 
Whose glory shines through endless days ! 

2 Asham'd of Jesus ! Sooner far 
Let evening blush to own a star ! 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 

3 Asham'd of Jesus ! Just as soon 
Let morning be ashamed of noon : 
'Tis midnight with my soul, till he, 
Bright Morning Star, bid darkness flee. 

4 Asham'd of Jesus ! that dear friend, 
On whom my hopes of heav'n depend ! 
No ! when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere his name. 

5 Asham'd of Jesus ! Yes, I may, 
When I've no guilt to wash away, 
No tears to wipe, no good to crave, 
No fears to quell, no soul to save. 

6 Till then — nor is my boasting vain — 
Till then I'll boast a Saviour slain ! 
And ! may this my glory be, 
That Christ is not asham'd of me ! 

271 



FOR YOUTH. 



324 C. M. 

1 0, in the morn of life, when youth 

With vital ardor glows, 
And shines in all the fairest charms 
That beauty can disclose, — 

2 Deep in thy soul, before its pow'rs 

Ere yet by vice enslav'd, 
Be thy Creator's glorious name 
And character engrav'd. 

3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud 

The sunshine of thy days ; 
And cares and toils, in endless round, 
Encompass all thy ways. 

4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age, 

With vain regret, deplore, 

And sadly muse on former joys, 

That now return no more. 

5 True wisdom, early sought and gain'd, 

In age will give thee rest : 
0, then improve the morn of life, 
To make its ev'ning blest ! 

272 



FOR YOUTH. 

325 C. M. 

1 A youth devoted to the Lord 

Is pleasing in his eyes ; 
A flower when offerecLin the bud 
Is no vain sacrifice. 

2 It saves us from a thousand fears, 

To mind religion young ; 
With joy it crowns succeeding years, 
And renders virtue strong. 

3 To thee, almighty God, to thee, 

Our hearts we now resign ; 
'Twill please us to look back and see 
That our whole lives were thine. 

4 We'll do thy work, we'll speak thy praise, 

While we have life and breath ; 
Thus we're prepared for longer days,. 
Or fit for early death. 

326 L. M. 

1 You lovely bands of blooming youth, 
Warn'd by the voice of heav'nly truth, 
Now yield to Christ your youthful prime, 
With all your talents and your time. 

2 Think on your' end — nor thoughtless say, 
u I'll put far off the evil day ;" 

Ah ! not a moment's in your pow'r, 
And death stands ready at the door 

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FOR YOUTH. 



Eternity ! — how near it rolls i 
Count the vast value of your souls ! 
Beware ! and count the awful cost, 
What they have gain'd whose souls are lost. 



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Pride, sinful pleasures, lusts and snares. 
Beset your hearts, your eyes, your ears — 
Take the alarm — the danger fly ! 
" Lord, save me," be your earnest cry. 



327 L. M. 

1 In the soft season of thy youth, 

In nature's early, smiling bloom, 
Ere age arrive, and trembling wait, 
Its summons to the silent tomb ; — 

2 Remember thy Creator, God ; 

For him thy nobler powers employ ; 
Make him thy Fear, thy Love, thy Hope, 
Thy Confidence, and highest Joy. 

3 He shall defend and guide thy course 

Through life's uncertain, stormy sea, 
Till thou art landed on the shore 
Of glorious immortality. 

4 Then early seek the Lord, and choose 

The path of wisdom and of truth : 
The earth affords no lovelier sight 
Than a discreet, religious youth. 
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FOR YOUTH. 



328 H. M. 

1 Early in life's young days 

Let each unsullied youth 
Seek wisdom's peaceful ways, 

And walk the path of truth : 
There streams of purest pleasure flow ; 
There honors bloom, and virtues grow. 

2 Be God's all-perfect Son 

Thy Pattern and thy Guide ; 
Let all his will be done, 
Nor trust a friend beside ; 
Then shalt thou heave no guilty sighs, 
No tears of anguish drown thy eyes. 

3 His footsteps ever trace 

With vigour and delight ; 
He'll lead thee by his grace, 

Protect thee by his might, 
And safe through all this dreary waste 
Conduct thee on to endless rest. 



329 C. M. 

1 The morn of life, how fair and gay ! 
How cheering and how new ! 
What hopes illume each opening day. 
And brighten every view i 



MIDDLE AGE. 

2 Youth's ardent mind, with joy elate, 

Elastic and sincere, 
Suspects no ills that may await, 
Nor yields a thought to fear. 

3 But slippery is the path they tread, 

In pleasure's dangerous way ; 
A thousand snares around them spread, 
And oft their feet betray. 

4 How shall they, then, their course pursue 

Through life's uncertain road ? 
What friendly hand will point their view 
To duty and to God ? 

5 In God's own word the way is sure, 

And clear to every eye ; 
It leads us in a path secure 
To brighter worlds on high. 



MIDDLE AGE. 



330 C. M. 

And have I measur'd half my days, 
And half my journey run, 

Nor tasted the Redeemer's grace, 
Nor yet my work begun % 
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OLD AGE. 

2 The morning of my life is past ; 

The noon is almost o'er ; 
The night of death approaches fast, 
When I can work no more. 

3 Thou who seest and know'st my grief, 

Thyself unseen, unknown, 
In mercy help my unbelief, 
j^nd melt my heart of stone. 

4 Regard me with a gracious eye, 

The long sought blessing give, 
And bid me, at the point to die, 
Behold thy face, and live. 



OLD AGE. 



331 CM. 

1 Eternal God ! enthron'd on high ! 

Whom angel hosts adore ; 
Who yet to suppliant dust art nigh, 
Thy blessings I implore. 

2 Oh, guide me down the steep of age, 

And keep my passions cool; 
Teach me to scan the sacred page, 
And practice ev'ry rule. 

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THE CROSS. 

My flying years time urges on, 

What's human must decay: 
My friends, my young companions, gone, 

Can I expect to stay ? 

Ah ! No — then soothe the mortal hour, 

On thee my hope depends ; 
Support me with almighty pow'r. 

While dust to dust descends. 



THE CROSS. 



332 8s. & 7s. 

1 In the cross of Christ I glory, 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
All the light of sacred story 
Gathers round its head sublime. 

2 When the woes of life o'ertake me, 

Hopes deceive, and hopes annoy, 
Never shall the cross forsake me ; 
Lo ! it glows with peace and joy. 

3 When the sun of bliss is beaming 

Light and love upon my wajr, 
From the cross the radiance streaming 
Adds new lustre to the day. 
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THE CROSS. 

4 Bane and blessing, pain and pleasure, 

By the cross are sanctified ; 
Peace is there that knows no measure, 
Joys that through all time abide. 

5 In the cross of Christ I glory, 

Towering o'er the wrecks of time ; 
All the light of sacred story 
Gathers round its head sublime. 

333 L. M. 

1 Inscribed upon the cross we see, 

In glowing letters, " God is love ;" 
Christ bears our sins upon the tree ; 
He brings us mercy from above. 

2 The cross ! it takes our guilt away ; 

It holds the fainting spirit up ; 
It cheers with hope the gloomy day, 
And sweetens every bitter cup ; — 

3 The balm of life, the cure of woe, 

The measure and the pledge of love, 
The sinner's refuge here below, 

The angel's theme in heaven above. 

334 L. M. 

1 Here at thy cross, incarnate "Word, 
I lay my soul beneath thy love, — 
Beneath the droopings of thy blood, — 
Nor shall it, Saviour, e'er remove. 

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THE CROSS. 



2 Should worlds conspire to drive me thence, 

Unmoved and firm this heart should lie ; 
Resolved, — for that's my last defence, — 
If I must perish, there to die. 

3 But speak, my Lord, and calm my fear : 

Am I not safe beneath thy shade ? 
Thy justice will not strike me here, 
Nor Satan dare my soul invade. 

4 Yes, I'm secure beneath thy blood, 

And all my foes shall lose their aim ; 
Hosanna to my Sov'reign Lord, 
And my best honors to his name. 



335 C. M. 

1 Christ and his cross are all our theme ; 

The mysteries that we speak 
Are scandal in the Jew's esteem, 
And folly to the Greek. 

2 But souls enlighten'd from above 

With joy receive the word ; 
They see what wisdom, power, and love, 
Shine in their dying Lord. 

3 The vital savor of his name 

Restores their fainting breath ; 
But unbelief perverts the same 
To guilt, despair, and death. 
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THE CROSS. 

4 Till God diffused his graces down, 
Like showers of heavenly rain, 
In vain Apollos sowed the ground, 
And Paul did plant in vain. 

336 C. M. 

1 With great surprise the cross I view 

Where Jesus for me died, 
And ask myself, if this be true, 
What can I want beside 'I 

2 Give me the victories of that cross, 

My soul shall ask no more ; 
I count all other things but dross, 
And this my heavenly store. 

3 Riches on earth take wings and fly, 

And earthly honors fade : 
I have my treasures placed on high ; 
The cross my honor made. 

4 had I Gabriel's tongue, to sing 

The honors of my Lord, 
I ? d tell the victories of my King, 
And all his love record ! 

337 C. M. 

1 Didst thou dear Jesus, suffer shame, 
And bear the cross for me? 
And shall I fear to own thy name, 
Or thy disciple be ? 

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THE CROSS. 

2 Inspire my soul with life divine. 

And make me truly bold ; 
Let knowledge, faith and meekness shine, 
Nor love, nor zeal, grow cold. 

3 Let mockers scoff, the world defame 

And treat me with disdain, 
Still may I glory in thy name, 
And count reproach my gain. 

4 To thee I cheerfully submit, 

And all my powers resign ; 
Let Wisdom point out what is fit, 
And I'll no more repine. 



338 L. M. 

1 No more, dear Saviour, will I boast 
Of beauty, wealth, or loud applause ; 
The world hath all its glories lost, 
Amid the triumphs of thy cross. 

2 In every feature of thy face, 
Beauty her fairest charms displays : 
Truth, wisdom, majesty, and grace 
Shine thence in sweetly mingled rays. 

3 Thy wealth the power of thought transcends, 
'Tis vast, immense, and all divine: 

Thy empire, Lord, o'er worlds extends, 
The sun. the moon, the stars are thine. 
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PARTING HYMNS. 

4 Yet, (0 how marvellous the sight!) 
I see thee on a cross expire, ' 

Thy (xodhead veil'd in sable night; ' 
And angels from the scene retire. 

5 But why from these sad scenes retreat ? 
Why with your wings yoi^r faces hide ? 
He ne'er appear'd so good, so great, 

As when he bow'd his head and died. 

6 Those triumphs of stupendous grace 
Surprise, rejoice, and melt my heart : 
Lord, at thy cross I stand and gaze, 
Nor would I ever thence depart ! 



PARTING HYMNS. 



339 L. M. 

1 Come, Christian brethren, ere we part 
Join every voice and every heart ; 
One solemn hymn to God we raise, 
One final song of grateful praise. 

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PARTING HYMNS. 



2 Christians, we here may meet no more, 
But there is yet a happier shore ; 
And there, releas'd from toil and pain, 
Dear brethren we shall meet again. 



340 L. M. 

1 My Christian friends in bonds of love, 
Whose hearts the sweetest union prove ; 
Your friendship's like the strongest band, 
Yet we must take the parting hand. 

2 Your presence sweet, our union dear, 
What joys we feel together here ! 
And when I see that we must part, 
You draw like cords around my heart. 

3 How sweet the hours have pass'd away, 
Since we have met to sing and pray ; 
How loath are we to leave the place 
Where Jesus shows his smiling face. 

4 could I stay with friends so kind, 
How would it cheer my fainting mind ! 
But pilgrims in a foreign land, 

We oft must take the parting hand. 

5 My Christian friends, both old and young, 
• I trust you will in Christ go on : 

Press on, and soon you'll win the prize, 
A crown of glory in the skies. 
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PARTING HYMNS. 

6 A few more days, or years at most. 
And we shall reach fair Canaan's coast. 
When in that holy, happy land, 

We'll take no more the parting hand. 

7 blessed day ! glorious hope ! 
My soul rejoices at the thought, 
When in that holy, happy land, 
We'll take no more the parting hand. 



341 L. M. 

1 Thy blessing everlasting God, 
Wide o'er all nature spreads abroad ; 
Thy watchful eyes, which cannot sleep, 
In ev'ry place thy children keep. 

2 While near each other we remain, 
Thou dost our lives and souls sustain ; 
When absent, happy if we share 
Thy grace, thy teaching, and thy care. 

3 To thee we all our ways commit, 
And seek our comforts near thy feet ; 
Still on our souls vouchsafe to shine, 
And guard and guide us still as thine. 

4 grant that we may meet again, 
To join in praises to thy name ; 
Or, if that joy no more be known, 
Give us to meet around thy throne. 

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PARTING HYMNS. 

342 C. M. 

1 Blest be that firm and Christian love, 

That will not let us part ; 
Our bodies may far off remove, 
But still we're joined in heart. 

2 Join'd in one spirit to our Head, 

Where he appoints we go ; 
And still in Jesus' footsteps tread, 

And do his work below. 

• 

3 may we ever walk in him, 

And nothing know beside ; 
Nothing desire, nor aught esteem, 
But Jesus crucifi'd. 

4 Closer and closer let us cleave 

To his belov'd embrace ; 
Out of his fulness still receive, 
And plenteous grace for grace. 

343 7s. M. 

1 Christians, brethren, ere we part, 
Ev'ry voice and every heart 
Join, and to our Father raise 
One last hymn of grateful praise. 

2 Though we here should meet no more, 
Yet there is a brighter shore ; 
There, released from toil and pain, 
There, we all mav meet again. 

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OCCASIONAL. 



Now to him who reigns in heaven, 
Be eternal glory given ! 
Grateful for thy love divine, 
0, may all our hearts be thine. 



OCCASIONAL.. 



344 C. M. 

Consolation in Sickness. 

1 When langor and disease invade 

This trembling house of clay, 
5 Tis sweet to look beyond my pains 
And long to fly away : 

2 Sweet to look back, and see my name 

In life's fair book set down ; 
Sweet to look forward, and behold 
Eternal joys my own. 

3 Sweet to rejoice in lively hope, 

That when my change shall come. 
Angels shall hover round my bed, 
And waft my spirit home : 

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ISSUES OF LIFE AND DEATH. 

Sweet in his faithfulness to rest, 

Whose love can never end ; 
Sweet on his covenant of grace 

For all things to depend. 

If such the sweetness of the streams 

What must the fountain be, 
Where saints and angels draw their bliss 

Immediately from Thee ! 

may the unction of these truths 

Forever with me stay ; 
Till, from her sin-worn cage dismiss'd, 

My spirit fles away. 



ISSUES OF LIFE AND DEATH. 



345 S. M. 

1 The world can never give 

The bliss for which me sigh ; 
'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
Nor all of death to die. 

2 Beyond this vale of tears 

There is a life above, 
Unmeasured by the flight of years- 
And all that life is love. 

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THE LIVING AND THE DEAD. 

3 There is a death whose pang 

Outlasts the fleeting breath : 
Oh ! what eternal horrors hang 
Around the second death. 

4 Lord, God of truth and grace, 

Teach us that death to shun : — 
Lest we be driven from thy face, 
And evermore undone. 

5 Here would we end our quest — 

Alone are found in thee 
The life of perfect love — the rest 
Of immortality. 



THE LIVING AND THE DEAD. 



346 L. M. 

Who are the dead ? — The sons of time 
In ev'ry age, and state, and clime ; 
Renown'd, dishonor'd or forgot, 
The place that knew them, knows them not. 

Where are the living? — On the ground 
Where pray'r is heard and mercy found ; 
Where in the compass of a span, 
The mortal makes th' immortal man. 
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THE DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS. 

Who are the living ? — They whose breath 
Draws ev'ry moment nigh to death ; 
Of endless bliss, or woe the heirs : 
Oh, what an awful lot is theirs ! 

Then, timely warn'd, let us begin 
To follow Christ and flee from sin ; 
Daily grow up in him our head, 
Lord of the living and the dead. 



THE DEATH OF THE RIGHTEOUS. 



347 L. M. 

1 How bless'd the righteous when he dies. 
When sinks a weary soul to rest, 

How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
How gently heaves th' expiring breast. 

2 So fades a summer cloud away, 

So sinks the gale, when storms are o'er ; 
So gently shuts the eve of day, 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

3 A holy quiet reigns around, 

A calm which life, nor death destroys ; 
Nothing disturbs that peace profound 
Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys. 
290 



THE DEATH OF A YOUTH. 

4 Farewell, conflicting hopes, and fears, 
Where lights and shades alternate dwell ! 
How bright th' unchanging morn appears, 
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell. 

5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, 
Light from its load the spirit flies ; 
While heav'n and earth combine to say, 
How bless'd the righteous when he dies. 



THE DEATH OF A YOUTH. 



348 C. M. 

When blooming youth is snatch'd away 

By death's resistless hand, 
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay, 

Which pity must demand. 

While pity prompts the rising sigh, 

may this truth imprest 
With awful pow'r — I too must die — 

Sink deep in every breast. 

Let this vain world engage no more : 

Behold the gaping tomb ! 
It bids us seize the present hour ! 

To-morrow death may come. 

291 



HOPE IN THE RESURRECTION. 

4 The voice of this alarming scene 

May ev'ry heart obey ; 
Nor be the heav'nly warning vain. 
Which calls to watch and pray. 

5 let us fly, to Jesus fly. 

Whose pow'rful arm can save ; 
Then shall our hopes ascend on high. 
And triumph o'er the grave. 



HOPE IN THE RESURRECTION. 



349 L. M. 

1 Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 
Take this new treasure to thy trust ; 
And give these sacred relics room, 
To seek a slumber in the dust. 

'% Nor pain, nor grief, nor anxious fear 
Invade thy bounds. No mortal woes 
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here, 
While angels watch the soft repose. 

3 So Jesus slept ; — God's dying Son 

Pass'd thro' the grave and blest the bed ; 
Rest here, blest saint, till from his throne 
The morning break, and pierce the shade. 

292 



HOPE IN THE RESURRECTION. 

Break from his throne, illustrious morn ; 
Attend, earth ! his sov'reign word ; 
Restore thy trust — a glorious form — 
Call'd to ascend and meet the Lord. 



350 C. M. 

1 Through sorrow's night and danger's path, 

Amid the deep'ning gloom, 

We, soldiers of an injur'd King 

Are marching to the tomb. 

2 There when the turmoil is no more, 

And all our pow'rs decay, 
Our cold remains, in solitude, 
Shall sleep the years away. 

3 Our labors done, securely laid 

In this our last retreat, 
Unheeded, o'er our silent dust, 
The storms of life shall beat. 

4 These ashes poor, this little dust, 

Our Father's care shall keep, 
Till the last angel rise, and break 
The long and dreary sleep. 

5 Then love's soft dew o'er ev'ry eye 

Shall shed its mildest rays, 
And the long silent dust shall rise 
With songs of endless praise. 

25* 293 



THE LAST COMING OP CHRIST. 



351 L. M. 

1 The Lord shall come, the earth shall quake. 
The mountains to their centre shake ; 
And with'ring from the vault of night. 
The stars shall pale their feeble light. 

% The Lord shall come, but not the same. 
As once in lowliness he came ; 
A silent lamb before his foes, 
A weary man, and full of woes. 

3 The Lord shall come, in dreadful form, 
With rainbow wreath, and robes of storm, 
On cherub wings, and wings of wind, 
Appointed judge of all mankind. 

4 Can this be He, who wont to stray, 
A pilgrim on the world's highway, 
Oppress'd by pow'r, and mock'd by pride, 
The Nazarene, the crucified'? 

5 While sinners in despair shall call, 

" Rocks hide us, mountains on us fall !" 
The saints ascending from the tomb, 
Shall joyful sing, " the Lord is come." 

294 



2 



THE LAST COMING OF CHRIST. 



352 8s. 7s. & 4s. 

Lo ! he comes, with clouds descending, 
Once for favor'd sinners slain : 

Thousand thousand saints attending, 
Swell the triumph of his train : 

Hallelujah ! 
Jesus now shall ever reign. 

Ev'ry eye shall now behold him, 
Rob'd in dreadful majesty ; 

Those who set at nought and sold him, 
Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, 

Deeply wailing, 
Shall the true Messiah see. 

Ev'ry island, sea, and mountain, 
Heav'n and earth shall flee away : 

All who hate him must, confounded, 
Hear the trump proclaim the day : 

Come to judgment ! 
Come to judgment ! come away ! 

Now redemption, long expected, 

See in solemn pomp appear ! 

All his saints, by man rejected, 

Bise to meet him in the air : 

Hallelujah ! 
See the day of God appear ! 

295 



THE LAST COMING OF CHRIST. 



353 S. M. 

1 And will the Judge descend % 

And must the dead arise ? 
And not a single soul escape 
His all-discerning eyes ? 

2 How will my heart endure 

The terrors of that day, 
When earth and heav'n, before his face, 
Astonished, shrink away? 

3 But, ere the trumpet shake 

The mansions of the dead, 
Hark ! from the gospel's cheering sound 
What joyful tidings spread ! 

4 Come, sinners, seek his grace, 

Whose wrath you cannot bear ; 
Fly to the shelter of his cross, 
And find salvation there. 
296 



THE EDEN OF IiOVE. 



35 4 12s. & lis. 



1 How sweet to reflect on those joys that 

await me 
In yon blissful region, the haven of rest. 
Where glorified spirits with welcome shall 
greet me, 
And lead me to mansions prepared for the 
blest ! 
Encircled in light, and with glory enshrouded, 
My happiness perfect, my mind's sky un- 
clouded, 
I'll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded, 
And range with delight through the Eden 
of love. 

2 While angelic legions, with harps tuned, ce- 

lestial, 

Harmoniously join in the concert of praise, 

The saints, as they flock from the regions 

terrestrial, 

In loud hallelujahs their voices will raise ; 

Then songs to the Lamb shall re-echo through 

heaven ; 
My soul will respond, u To Immanuel be 

given 
All glory, all honor, all might, and dominion, 
Who brought us through grace to the Eden 
of love." 

297 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 Then hail, blessed state ; hail, you songsters 
of glory ; 
You harpers of bliss, soon I'll meet you 
above ; 
And join your full choir in rehearsing the 
story.^ 
" Salvation from sorrow, through Jesus's 
love." 
Though prisoned in earth, yet, by anticipa- 
tion, 
Already my soul feels a sweet prelibation 
Of joys that await me when freed from pro- 
bation ; 
My heart's now in heaven, the Eden of 
love. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



355 CM. 

1 The Saviour lives : and be his name 
By every heart adored ! 
From age to age he is the same, 
The universal Lord ! 

298 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 He is our Rock when troubles rise, 

And storms and tempests lower ; 
He rides triumphant in the skies, 
And saves us by his power. 

3 Salvation to the Lord belongs ; 

We give the Saviour upraise ; 
Lift up our hearts, and joyful songs 
To our Redeemer raise. 

4 Great is the mercy we have found, 

And great shall be our praise : 
We'll spread his power and mercy round, 
And songs of honor raise. 



356 H. M. 

1 The Lord, the Saviour reigns ; 

His throne is built on high ; 
The garments he assumes 

Are light and majesty. 
His glories shine with beams so bright, 
No mortal eye can bear the sight. 

2 The thunders of his hand 

Keep the wide world in awe ; 
His truth and justice stand 

To guard his holy law ; 
And where his love resolves to bless, 
His truth confirms and seals the grace. 

299 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 And can this mighty King 

Of glory condescend 1 
And will he write his name 

My Saviour and my Friend ? 
I love his name, I love his word ; 
Join, all my powers, and praise the Lord. 

35 7 C. M. 

1 How are thy servants blessed, Lord ! 

How sure is their defence ! 

Eternal Wisdom is their guide, 

Their help, Omnipotence. 

2 In foreign realms, and lands remote, 

Supported by thy care, 
They pass unhurt through burning climes. 
And breathe in tainted air. 

3 Thy mercy sweetens every soil, 

Slakes every region please ; 
The hoary, frozen hills it warms, 
And smooths the boisterous seas. 

4 The storm was laid, the winds retired, 

Obedient to thy will ; 
The sea, that roared at thy command, 
At thy command was still. 

5 In midst of dangers and of death, 

Thy goodness I'll adore ; 
I'll praise thee for thy mercies past, 
And humbly hope for more. 
300 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

358 CM. 

1 With sacred joy we lift our eyes 
To those bright realms above, 
That glorious temple in the skies, 
Where dwells Eternal Love. 

2. Before the radiant throne we bow 
Of heaven's almighty King : 
Here we present the solemn vow, 
And hymns of glory sing. 

3 Thee we adore ; and, Lord, to thee 
Our filial duty pay ; 
Thy service, unconstrained and free, 
Conducts to endless day. 

359 L. M. 

1 Lord, thou hast searched and seen me through; 
Thy eye commands, with piercing view, 

My rising and my resting hours, 

My heart and flesh, with all their powers. 

2 My thoughts, before they are my own, 
Are to my Grod distinctly known ; 

He knows the words I mean to speak, 
Ere from my opening lips they break. 

3 Within thy circling power I stand ; 
On every side I find thy hand : 
Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, 

I am surrounded still with God. 

26 301 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great ! 
What large extent ! what lofty height ! 
My soul, with all the powers I boast. 
Is in the boundless prospect lost. 

5 may these thoughts possess my breast 
Where'er I rove, where'er I rest ! 

Nor let my weaker passions dare 
Consent to sin ; for God is there. 



360 C. M. 

1 Father in heaven, thy saered name 

In hallowed strains be sung ; 
Thy kingdom spread o'er all the earth — 
Thy praise fill every tongue. 

2 By happy spirits round thy throne, 

As thy commands are done, 
So be thy perfect will obeyed 
By all beneath the sun. 

3 Our numerous wants are known to thee, 
Who canst alone supply ; 

grant, each day, our daily bread, 
Nor other good deny. 

4 Forgive our sins, as we forgive 

The wrongs that others do ; 
Nor let temptations press around, 
Lest we those sins renew. 
302 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

5 Thou art our Safety and Defence, 

When dangers threatening stand ]% 
turn aside impending ills 
With thy almighty hand. 

6 Thy sceptre all creation sways ; 

Thy power knows no control ; 
Thy matchless glory shall endure 
While endless ages roll. 



361 C. M. 

1 Come, all you saints that love the Lord, 

With melody divine, 
Tune every harp in sweet accord, 
And all in concert join. 

2 Proclaim abroad your sacred joy 

To earth's remotest bounds ; 
In heavenly notes your tongues employ, 
In symphony of sounds. 

3 Let every doubt and slavish fear 

Be banished from the mind ; 
While joyful songs our spirits cheer, 
We'll trust the Lord is kind. 

4 Then let our joyful songs abound, 

And every tear be dry ; 
We'll travel through Immanuel's ground 
To fairer worlds on high. 

303 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

362 L. M. 

1 Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway, 

In earth and heaven the Lord of all ; 
You princes, rulers, powers, obey, 
And low before his sceptre fall. 

2 The deed was done ; the Lamb was slain ; 

The groaning earth the burthen bore: 
He rose, he lives, — he lives to reign, 

JSTor time's strong arm shall shake his power. 

3 Riches, and all that decks the great, 

From lands unnumbered hither bring ; 
The tribute pour before his seat, 
And hail the triumphs of our King. 

4 From heaven, from earth, loud bursts of praise 

The mighty blessings shall proclaim, — 
Blessings that earth to glory raise : 
Awake, each soul, and sing his fame. 

363 S. M. 

1 The Prince of peace is come ! 

Let distant nations sing ; 
Let men and angels join their songs, 
To hail this glorious King. 

2 Light of the world, he comes ! 

The blind receive their sight ; 
The mind now feels his glad'ning ray, 
And all within is light. 
304 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 Evangelist divine ! 

He makes the gospel known ; 
The poor the joyful tidings hear. 
And their great Prophet own. 

4 Whilst, gracious God. I hear 

The gospel's joyful sound, 
May my glad heart, my tongue, my life, 
Be all obedience found. 

364 L. M. 

1 How blest is he whose tranquil mind, 
"When life declines, recalls again 
The years that time has cast behind, 
And reaps delight from toil and pain. 

2 So, when the transient storm is past, 
The sudden gloom and driving shower, 
The sweetest sunshine is the last : 
The loveliest is the evening hour. 

365 C. M. 

1 Calm on the listening ear of night 

Came heaven's melodious strains, 
Where wild Judea stretches far 
Her silver-mantled plains ! 

2 Celestial choirs, from courts above, 

Shed sacred glories there; 
And angels, with their sounding lyres, 
Make music on the air. 

26* 305 



MISCEELANEOUS. 

3 The answering hills of Palestine 

Sent back the glad reply ; 
And greeted, from their holy heights, 
The day-spring from on high. 

4 O'er the blue depths of Galilee 

There came a holier calm, 
And Sharon waved, in solemn praise, 
Her silent groves of palm. 

5 " Glory to God !" the sounding skies 

Loud with their anthems rang — 
" Peace to the earth — good will to men, 
From heaven's Eternal King I" 

6 Light on thy hills, Jerusalem ! 

The Saviour then was born ! 
And bright on Bethlehem's joyous plains 
Broke the first Christmas morn. 



366 L. M. 6s. 

When quiet in my house I sit. 
Thy Book be my companion still, 
My joy thy sayings to repeat, 
Talk o'er the records of thy will, 
And search the oracles divine, 
Till every heartfelt word be mine. 
306 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

Oft as I lay me down to rest, 

may the reconciling word 
Sweetly compose my weary breast, 
While, trnsting in my gracious Lord, 

1 sink in peaceful dreams away, 
And visions of eternal day ! 

Rising to sing my Father's praise, 
Thee may I publish all day long ; 
And let thy precious word of grace 
Flow from my heart and fill my tongue. 
Fill all my life with purest love, 
And join me to the church above. 



367 7s. M. 

1 Watchman ! tell us of the night ; 
What its signs of promise are. 
Trav'ler ! o'er yon mountain's height 
See that glory-beamiDg star ! 
Watchman ! does its beauteous ray 
Aught of hope or joy foretell ? 
Trav'ler ! yes ; it brings the day, 
Promised day of Israel ! 



Watchman ! ) xr *, , . g 

Trav'ler! \ Yes > xt brm S s > &c ' 



307 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

Watchman ! tell us of the night ; 
Higher jet that star ascends. 
Trav'ler ! blessedness and light, 
Peace and truth its course portends. 
Watchman ! will its beams alone 
Gild the spot that gave them birth ? 
Trav'ler ! ages are its own : 
See ! it bursts o'er all the earth. 
Watchman ! ) A ., B 

Trav'ler ! \ Ages are lts own > &c ' 

Watchman ! tell us of the night, 
For the morning seems to dawn. 
Trav'ler ! darkness takes its flight, 
Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman ! let thy wanderings cease ; 
Hie thee to thy quiet home. 
Trav'ler ! lo ! the Prince of Peace, 
Lo ! the Son of God is come ! 

Trav^™r n ! \ Lo1 The Prince ° f Peace? &C ' 



368 L. M. 

Reviving sleep ! thy sheltering wing 
Is o'er the couch of labor spread ; 
Sweet minister, unearthly thing, 
That hovers round the tired one's head. 
308 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 As calm and cold as mortal clay 
When life is fled, earth soundly sleeps. 
When evening veils the eye of day, 
And darkness rules the ocean deeps. 

3 0, then, thy spirit, Lord, anew 
Enkindles strength in sleeping men; 
It falls, as falls the evening dew, 
And life's sad waste repairs again. 

4 Be nature's gentle slumbers mine ; 
And lead me gently to the last ; 
Until I hear thy voice divine, 

Ci Awake ! for death's dark night is passed.' 



369 L. M. 

1 " See how he loved !" exclaimed the Jews, 
As tender tears from Jesus fell ; 

My grateful heart the thought pursues, 
And on the theme delights to dwell. 

2 See how he loved, — who travelled on, 
Teaching the doctrine from the skies ; 
Who bade disease and pain be gone, 
And called the sleeping dead to rise. 

3 See how he loved, — who, firm, yet mild ? 
Patient, endured the scoffing tongue ; 
Though oft provoked, he ne'er reviled, 
Or did his greatest foe a wrong. 

309 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

4 See how he loved, — who never shrank 
From toil or danger, pain or death ; 
Who all the cup of sorrow drank, 
And meekly yielded up his breath. 

5 Such love can we, unmoved, survey ? 
0, may our breasts with ardor glow, 
To tread his steps, his laws obey, 
And thus our warm affections show ! 



370 L. M. 

1 Honor and happiness unite 

To make the Christian's name a praise ; 
How fair the scene, how clear the light, 
That fills the remnant of his days ! 

2 A kingly character he bears ; 

No change his priestly office knows ; 
Unfading is the crown he wears ; 
His joys can never reach a close. 

3 Adorned with glory from on high, 
Salvation shines upon his face ; 
His robe is of ethereal dye ; 

His steps are dignity and grace. 

4 The noblest creature seen below, 
Ordained to fill a throne above, 
God gives him all he can bestow — 
His kingdom of eternal love. 

310 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



371 L. M. 

1 If all our hopes and all our fears 
Were prisoned in life's narrow bound ; 
If, travellers through this vale of tears, 
We saw no better world beyond ; 

2 0, who could check the rising sigh ? 
What earthly thing could pleasure give ? 
O, who would venture then to die ? — 
O, who could then endure to live ? 

3 And such were life, without the ray 
From our divine religion given : 

J Tis this that makes our darkness day ; 
'Tis this that makes our earth a heaven, 

4 Bright is the golden sun above, 

And beautiful the flowers that bloom ; 
And all is joy, and all is love, 
Reflected from a world to come. 



372 lis. M. 

1 The gloom of the night adds a charm to the 
morn, 
Stern winter the spring in its beauty endears : 
And the darker the cloud on which it is 

drawn, 
The brighter by contrast the rainbow appears. 

311 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



2 So trials and sorrows the Christian prepare, 
For the rest of the soul that remaineth above ; 
On earth tribulation awaits him. but there 
The smile of a Father's unchangeable love. 



373 lis. M. 

1 I would not live alway : I ask not to stay 
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the 

way: 
I would not live alway : no, welcome the 

tomb, 
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its 

gloom. 

2 Who, who would live alway, away from his 

God, 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode ! 
Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the 

bright plains, 
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns ; 

3 Where the saints of all ages in harmony 

meet, 
Their Saviour and brethren transported to 

greet ; 
Where the anthems of rapture unceasingly 

roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the life of the 

soul ! 
312 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



374 lis. 

1 The Prince of salvation is coming — prepare 
A way in the desert his blessings to share ; 
He comes to release us from sins and from 

woes, 
And make the rude wilderness bloom like 
the rose. 

2 His reign shall extend from the east to the 

west, 
Compose all the tumults of nature to rest ; 
The day spring of glory illumine the skies, 
And ages on ages of happiness rise. 

3 The brute-hearted temper of man shall grow 

tame, 
The wolf and the lion lie down with the 

lamb ; 
The bear with the kine shall contentedly 

feed, 
And children their young ones in harmony 

lead. 

4 No more shall the sound of the war-whoop 

be heard, 
The ambush and slaughter no longer be 

fear'd ; 
The tomahawk buried shall rest in the 

ground, 
And peace and good-will to the nations 

abound. 

27 313 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

5 All spirit of war to the gospel shall bow, 
The bow lie unstrung at the foot of the 

plough ; 
To prune the young orchard the spear shall 

be bent, 
And love greet the world with a smile of 

content. 

6 Slight tinctures of skin shall no longer engage 
The fervor of jealousy, murder and rage ; 
But white men and red shall in friendship 

be join'd, 
Wide spreading benevolence over mankind. 

7 Hail! scenes of felicity, transport, and joy 
When hatred and passion shall cease to an- 
noy ; _ 

Rich blessings of grace from above shall be 

giv'n, 
And life only serve as a passage to heav'n. 

8 Roll forward, blest Saviour, roll forward the 

da y> 

When all shall submit, and rejoice in thy 

sway : 
When men of all nations, united in praise, 
One vast hallelujah triumphant shall raise. 

314 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

375 CM. 

1 Far from these narrow scenes of night 

Unbounded glories rise ; 
And realms of infinite delight. 
Unknown to mortal eyes. 

2 Celestial land ! could our weak eyes 

But half thy charms explore, 

How would our spirits long to rise, 

And dwell on earth no more ! 

3 There pain and sickness never come, 

And grief no place obtains : 
Health triumphs in immortal bloom, 
And endless pleasure reigns ! 

4 No cloud these blissful regions know, 

Forever bright and fair ! 
For sin, the source of ev'ry woe, 
Can never enter there. 

5 There no alternate night is known, 

Nor sun's faint sickly ray ; 
But glory from the sacred throne 
Spreads everlasting day. 

376 C. M. 

1 Jerusalem, my happy home, 
how I long for thee ! 
When will my sorrows have an end ? 
Thy joys when shall I see % 

315 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 Thy walls are all of precious stones, 

Most glorious to behold ! 
Thy gates are richly set with pearl, 
Thy streets are pav'd with gold. 

3 Thy gardens and thy pleasant greens, 

Sly study long have been ; 
Such sparkling gems by human sight 
Have never yet been seen. 

4 If heaven be thus glorious, Lord, 

Why should I stay from thence ! 
What folly 'tis that I should dread 
To die and go from hence ! 

5 Reach down, reach down thy arm of gracc ; 

And cause me to ascend, 
Where congregations ne'er break up, 
And sabbaths never end. 



37 7 CM. 

Am I a soldier of the cross, 

A foll'wer of the Lamb? 
And shall I fear to own his cause, 

Or blush to speak his name ? 

Must I be carried to the skies, 

On flow'ry beds of ease, 
While others fought to win the prize, 

And sail'd through bloody seas ? 
316 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 Are there no foes for me to face % 

Must I not stem the flood ? 
Is this vile world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God ? 

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign ; 

Increase my courage, Lord ! 
I'll bear the toil, endure the pain, 
Supported by thy word. 

5 Thy saints in all this glorious war 

Shall conquer though they die ; 
They see the triumph from afar 
And seize it with their eye. 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 

And all thy armies shine, 
In robes of vict'ry through the skies, 
The glory shall be thine. 



37 8 CM. 

Behold what witnesses unseen 

Encompass us around, 
Men once like us with suff 'rings tried, 

But now with glory crown'd. 

Let^s with zeal, like theirs, inspir'd, 

Pursue the Christian race ; 
And, freed from each encumb'ring weight, 

Their holy footsteps trace. 

27* 317 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 Behold a witness nobler still, 

Who trod affliction's path — 
Jesus, at once the finisher 
And author of the faith. 

4 He, for the joy before him set, 

(So gen'rous was his love.) 
Endur'd the cross, despis'd the shame, 
And now he reigns above. 

5 If he the scorn of wicked men 

With patience did sustain, 
Becomes it those for whom he died 
To murmur and complain? 

6 No — let our hearts no more despond, 

Our hands be weak no more ; 
Still let us trust our Father's love, 
His wisdom still adore. 



379 CM. 

1 Rise, my soul ! pursue the path 

By ancient heroes trod ; 
Ambitious view those holy men, 
Who lived and walk'd with G-od. 

2 Though dead, they speak in reason's ear, 

And in example live ; 
Their faith, and hope, and mighty deeds, 
Still fresh instruction give. 
318 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 'T was through the Lamb's most precious blood 

They conquer'd ev'ry foe ; 
And to his power and matchless grace 
Their crowns and honor owe. 

4 Lord, may we ever keep in view 

The patterns thou hast giv'n, 
And ne'er forsake the blessed road 
Which led them safe to heav'n. 

380 7s. 

1 'Tis religion that can give 

Sweetest pleasures while we live ; 
'Tis religion must supply 
Solid comfort when we die. 

2 After death, its joys shall be 

Lasting as eternity ! 
Be the living God my friend, 
Then my bliss shall never end. 

381 8s. 

1 My gracious Redeemer I love ! 

His praises aloud I'll proclaim. 
And join with the armies above 
To shout his adorable name. 

2 To gaze on his glories divine 

Shall be my eternal employ, 

And feel them incessantly shine, 

My boundless, ineffable joy. 

319 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 You palaces, sceptres, and crowns, 

Your pride with disdain I survey ; 
Your pomps are but shadows and sounds. 
And pass in a moment away. 

4 The crown that my Saviour bestows, 

Yon permanent sun shall outshine ; 
My joy everlastingly flows — 
My God, my Redeemer, is mine. 

382 L. M. 

1 Among the mountain trees 

The winds were whispering low, 
And night's ten thousand harmonies 

Were harmonies of wo ; 
A voice of grief was on the gale, 
It came from Kedron's gloomy vale. 

2 It was the Saviour's prayer, 

That on the silence broke, 
Imploring strength from heaven to bear 

The sin-avenging stroke; 
As in G-ethsemane he knelt, 
And pangs unknown his bosom felt. 

3 The fitful star-light shone 

In dim and misty gleams ; 
Deep was his agonizing groan, 
, And large the vital streams 
That trickled to the dewy sod, 
While Jesus raised his voice to God. 
320 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

4 The chosen three that staid, 

Their nightly watch to keep, 
Left him through sorrows deep to wade, 

And gave themselves to sleep : 
Meekly and sad he prayed alone, 
Strangely forgotten by his own. 

5 Along the streamlets banks 

The reckless traitor came, 
And heavy on his bosom sank 

The load of guilt and shame ; 
Yet unto them that waited nigh, 
He gave the Lamb of God to die. 

6 Among the mountain trees 

The winds were whispering low, 
And night's ten thousand harmonies 

Were harmonies of wo ; 
For cruel voices filled the gale 
That came from Kedron's gloomy vale. 

383 8s. & 7s. 

1 Dark and thorny is the desert, 

Through which pilgrims make their way* 
But beyond this vale of sorrow 

Lie the realms of endless day. 
Dear young soldiers, do not murmur 

At the troubles of the way : 
Meet the tempest — fight with courage ; 
Never faint, but often pray. 

321 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

He whose thunder shakes creation — 

He that bids the planets roll — 
He that rides upon the tempest. 

And whose sceptre sways the whole — 
Jesus. Jesus will defend you ; 

Trust in hhn, and him alone : 
He has shed his blood to save you, 

And will bring you to his throne. 

There on flow'ry fields of pleasure, 

And the hills of endless rest, 
Joy, and peace, and love, shall ever 

Reign and triumph in your breast : 
There ten thousand flaming seraphs 

Fly across the heav'nly plain ; 
There they sing immortal praises — 

Glory, glory is their theme. 

But niethinks a sweeter concert 

Makes the crystal arches ring, 
And a song is heard in Zion, 

Which the angels cannot sing : 
Who can paint those sons of glory, 

Ransom'd souls that dwell on high, 
Who with golden harps forever 

Sound redemption through the sky ! 
322 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

See the heav'nly host in rapture, 

Grazing on these shining bands ; 
Wqnd'ring at their costly garments, 

And the laurels in their hands ; 
There upon the golden pavement, 

See the ransom'd march along ! 
While the splendid courts of glory 

Sweetly echo with their song ! 



384 L. M. 

1 The Lord of lords and King of kings 

In realms of bliss exalted reigns ; 
Ah ! who can touch the trembling strings, 
And hymn his praise with equal strains ? 

2 The grandeur of his works may show. 

In beams of lasting, heav'nly light, 
To all who love their radiant glow, 
The wisdom of his boundless might. 

3 But, Zion, on thy portals fair, 

His wondrous name resplendent shines, 
And ev'ry child of wisdom there 
Shall read it in tne clearest lines. 

4 Yes, there we learn that Grod is love ! 

The lucid truth let angel choirs 
(Circling the shining throne above) 
Resound upon their golden lyres. 

323 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

5 With deep astonishment they saw 

Immanuel, the Virgin's son ! 
And heard, with fix'd and sacred awe, . 
The Lord of glory cry, 'Tis done! 

6 But quit the endless theme, my soul, 

And wait resign'd a brighter clay, 
Above mortality's control, 

To wake a more enraptur'd lay. 

7 The crown of life, the hasp of gold, 

And palm of vict'ry, all proclaim, 
That nobler songs shall yet unfold 
The glories of Jehovah's name. 

385 C. M. 

1 Jesus ! in thy transporting name 

What blissful glories rise ! 
Jesus ! the angel's sweetest theme — 
The wonder of the skies ! 

2 Well might the skies with wonder view 

A love so strange as thine ! 
No thought of angels ever knew 
Compassion so divine. 

3 Jesus ! and did'st thou leave the sky 

For miseries and woes ? 
And did'st thou bleed, and groan, and die 
For vile rebellious foes ? 
324 



4 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

Victorious love ! can language tell 

The wonders of thy power, 
Which conquer'd all the force of hell 

In that tremendous hour % 

What glad return can I impart 

For favors so divine % 
! take this heart, this worthless heart. 

And make it only thine ! 



386 8s. & 6s. 

There is an hour of peaceful rest, , 

To mourning wand'rers giv'n ; 
There is a tear for souls distressed, 
A balm for every wounded breast — 
'Tis found above — in heaven. 

There is a home for weary souls, 

By sins and sorrows driven ; 
When tossed on life's tempestuous shoals, 
Where storms arise — and ocean rolls, 

And all is drear — but heaven. 

There faith lifts up the tearless eye, 

The heart with anguish riven ; 
It views the tempest passing by, 
Sees evening shadows quickly fly, 
And all secure — in heaven. 
28 325 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

4 There fragrant flowers immortal bloom, 
And joys supreme are given ; 

There rays divine disperse the gloom ; 

Beyond the dark and narrow tomb 
Appears the dawn of heaven. 

387 CM. 

1 To our Redeemer's glorious name 

Awake the sacred song : 
may his love (immortal flame !) 
Tune ev'ry heart and tongue. 

2 His love, what mortal thought can reach ? 

What mortal tongue display ? 
Imagination's utmost stretch 
In wonder dies away. 

3 He left his radiant throne on high, 

Left the bright realms of bliss. 
And came to earth to bleed and die ! 
Was ever love like this % 

4 Blest Lord, while we adoring pay 

Our humble thanks to thee ; 
May ev'ry heart with rapture say, 
" The Saviour died for me." 

5 may the sweet, the blissful theme 

Fill every heart and tongue ; 
'Till strangers love thy charming name, 
And join the sacred song. 
326 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

388 L. M. 

1 Awake, my soul, thy tribute bring 
To him who gave thee pow'r to sing ; 
Praise Him, who is all praise above, 
The source of wisdom and of love. 

2 How vast his knowledge ! how profound ! 

A depth where all our thoughts are drown' d ! 
The stars he numbers, and their names 
He gives to all those heav'nly names. 

3 Through each bright world above, behold 
Ten thousand thousand charms unfold : 
Earth, air, and mighty seas combine, 

To speak his wisdom all divine. 

4 " But in redemption, what grace ! 

Its wonders, what thought can trace 1 
Here wisdom shines for ever bright — 
Praise him, my soul, with sweet delight!" 

389 P. M. 

1 You servants of God, 

Your Master proclaim, 

And publish abroad 

His wonderful Name ; 
The Name, all victorious, 

Of Jesus, extol ; 
His kingdom is glorious, 

And rules over all. 

327 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 Christ ruleth on high. 
Almighty to save ; 
And still he is nigh, 
His presence we have : 

The great congregation 
His triumph shall sing, 

Ascribing salvation 
To Jesus our king. 

3 Salvation to Him 

Who sits on the throne — 

Let all cry aloud 

And honor the Son : 
Our Saviour's loud praises 

The angels proclaim : 
They fall on their faces 

And worship the Lamb. 

4 Him let us adore, 

And give him his right ; 

And glory and power, 

And wisdom and might : 
All honor and blessing, 

With angels above ; * 
And thanks never ceasing, 

For infinite love. 

390 C. M. 

Father, whate'er of earthly bliss 
Thy sov'reign will denies, 

Accepted at thy throne of grace 
Let this petition rise. 

328 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 Give rue a calm and thankful heart, 

From every murmur free i 
The blessings of thy grace impart, 
And make me live to thee. 

3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine 

My life and death attend ; 
Thy patience through my journey shine, 
And crown my journey's end. 

391 L. M. 

1 Happy the saints whose lot is cast, 

Where oft is heard the gospel sound ; 
The word is pleasant to their taste, 
A healing balm for every wound. 

2 With joy they hasten to the place 

Where they their Saviour oft have met, 
And while they feast upon his grace a mn 
Their burdens and their griefs forgot. 

3 This favor'd lot, my friends, is ours ; 

May we the privilege improve, 
And find these consecrated hours 
Sweet earnests of the joys above. 

392 L. M. 

1 Father of all, thy care we bless, 

Which crowns our families with peace ; 
From thee they spring, and by thy hand 
They have been and are still sustained. 
28* 329 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 To God, most worthy to be praised, 
Be our domestic altars raised ; 

Who, Lord of Heaven, scorns not to dwell 
With saints in their obscurest cell. 

3 To thee may each united house, 
Morning and night present its vows ; 
Our servants there, and rising race, 
Be taught thy precepts, and thy grace. 



393 C. M. 

1 Thou art the way — to thee alone 

From sin and death we flee ; 
And he who would the Father seek, 
Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 

2 Thou art the truth — thy word alone 

Tri*e wisdom can impart ; 
Thou only canst inform the mind 
And purify the heart. 

3 Thou art the life — the rending tomb 

Proclaims thy conqu'ring arm, 
And those who put their trust in thee 
Nor death nor hell shall harm. 

4 Thou art the way, the truth, the life ; 

Grant us that way to know, 
That truth to keep, that life to win, 
Whose joys eternal flow. 
330 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

394 C. M. 

1 Give thanks to God, invoke his name, 

And tell the world his grace ; 
Sound through the world his deeds of fame, 
That all may seek his face. 

2 His cov'nant which he kept in mind 

For num'rous ages past, 

To num'rous ages yet behind 

In equal force shall last. 

3 He swore to Abram and his seed, 

And made the blessings sure : 
Gentiles the ancient promise read, 
And find his truth endure. 

4 Then let the world forbear its ras;e, 

Nor put the church in fear : 
Israel must live through ev'ry age, 
And be th' Almighty's care. 



395 9s. & 8s. 

1 There is a place where my hopes are stay'd, 
My heart and my treasure are there : 
Where verdure and blossoms never fade, 
And fields are eternally fair. 

That blissful place is my fatherland ; 

By faith its delights I explore ; 
Come, favor my flight, angelic band, 
And waft me in peace to the shore. 

331 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

There is a place, where the angels dwell, 

A pure and peaceful abode ; 
The joys of that place, no tongue can tell — 

But there is the place of God ! 

There is a place, where my friends are gone 
Who suffer'd and worshipp'd with me ; 

Exalted with Christ, high on his throne, 
The King in his beauty they see. 

There is a place, where I hope to live, 

When life and its labors are o'er ; 
A place, which the Lord to me will give, 
And then I shall sorrow no more. 
That blissful place is my fatherland : 

By faith its delights I explore ; 
Come, favor my flight, angelic band, 
And waft me in peace to the shore. 



396 L. M. 

1 From every stormy wind that blows, 
From every swelling tide of woes, 
There is a calm, a sure retreat, 
'Tis found beneath the Mercy Seat. 

2 There is a place where Jesus sheds 
The oil of gladness on our heads, 

A place than all besides more sweet- 
It is the blood-bought Mercy Seat. 
332 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 There is a scene where spirits blend. 
Where friend holds fellowship with friend ; 
Tho' sunder'd far — by faith they meet 
Around one common Mercy Seat. 

4 Ah ! whether could we flee for aid. 
When tempted, desolate, dismay'd — 
Or how the host of hell defeat, 
Had suffering saints no Mercy Seat. 

5 There ! there, on eagle wings we soar, 
And sin and sense seem all no more, 

And heaven comes clown our souls to greet, 
And glory crowns the Mercy Seat. 

6 Oh, let my hand forget her skill, 
My tongue be silent, colcl and still, 
This bounding heart forget to beat, 
If I forget the Mercy Seat. 



397 lis. 

1 Come, you disconsolate, where'er you lan- 
guish, 
Come, at the mercy seat fervently kneel ; 
Here bring your wounded hearts — here tell 
your anguish, 
Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot 
heal. 

' 333 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



Joy of the desolate, light of the straying, 
Hope, when all others die, fadeless and 
pure ; 

Here speaks the Comforter, in mercy saying, 
; - Earth hath no sorrow that heaven cannot 



3S8 L. M. 

1 Come, my soul, in sacred lays 
Attempt thy great Creator's praise : 
But, 0, what tongue can speak his fame ? 
What verse can reach the lofty theme ? 

2 Enthroned amid the radiant spheres, 
He glory like a garment wears ; 

To form a robe of light divine, 

Ten thousand suns around him shine. 

3 In all our Maker's grand designs, 
Almighty power, with wisdom, shines ; 

His works, through all this wondrous frame, 
Declare the glory of his name. 

4 Raised on devotion's lofty wing, 
Do thou, my soul, his glories sing : 
And let his praise employ thy tongue 
Till listening worlds shall join the song. 

334 



MISCELLANEOUS. 



399 lis. & 8s. 

1 Messiah 's great ; you hosts of heaven adore 

him, 
And you who tread this earthly ball ; 
In holy songs rejoice aloud before him, 
And shout his praise who made you all. 

2 Messiah 's great ; his majesty how glorious ! 

Resound his praise from shore to shore ; 
O'er sin, and death, and hell, now made vic- 
torious, 
He rules and reigns forevermore. 

3 Messiah 's great ; his mercy how abounding! 

You angels, strike your golden chords ; 
0, praise our Lord, with voice and harp re- 
sounding, 
The King of kings and Lord of lords. 



400 12s. lis. & 8s. 

1 The Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding, 
And glory attends him along his bright way ; 
The news of his grace on the breezes are gli- 
ding, 
And nations are owning his sway. 

335 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

2 And now through the darkest of earth's 

gloomy regions, 
The wheels of his chariot are rolling sublime, 
His banners unfolding his own true religion. 
Dispelling the errors of time. 

3 Behold a bright angel from heaven descending, 
High lifting his trumpet, hosannas to raise, 

" Hail Son of the highest, let every knee bend- 

in S> 
Adore thee with offerings of praise. 

4 Thy sword and thy buckler, shall save and 

deliver, 
The poor and the needy, from foes that assail. 
Thy bow and thy quiver shall vanquish forever 
The prince and th.e legions of hell. 

5 Ride on in thy greatness, thou conquering 

Saviour, 
Let thousands of thousands submit to thy 

reign, 
Acknowledge thy goodness, entreat for thy 

favor, 
And follow thy glorious train. 

6 Ride on ! till the compass of thy great do- 

minion, 
The globe shall encircle from pole unto pole, 
And mankind cemented with friendship and 

union, 
Obey thee with heart and with soul. 

336 



DOXOLOGIES. 

Then loud shall ascend from each sanctified 

nation, 
The voice of thanksgiving, the chorus of praise, 
And heaven shall echo the song of salvation, 
In rich and melodious lays." 



DOXOLOGIES, 



401 L. M. 

Praise God. from whom all blessings flow ; 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, you heavenly throng ; 
praise Jehovah in your song. 



402 C. M. 

Almighty Father, gracious Power, 
Thy grateful children own 

Thy boundless love, and bow before 
Thy everlasting throne. 

Forever hallowed be thy name, 

All holy, good, and wise ; 
And may thy perfect will be done 

On earth as in the skies. 

29 337 



DOXOLOGIES. 

403 H. M. 

Glory to God on high ; 

Forever bless his name ; 
Let earth, and seas and sky 
His wondrous love proclaim. 
To him be praise and glory given 
By all on earth and all in heaven. 

404 7s. M. 

1 Homage paid to God above, — 
God, whose nature all is love ; 

In his praise your breath employ, — 
Gracious Source of every joy ! 

2 All our hopes of life and heaven 
Through thy grace alone are given ; 
Bliss eternal, pure, divine, — 
Every gift, God, is thine. 

405 S. M. 

1 To heaven's eternal King, 

Who rules supreme alone, 
Let all on earth their praises bring, 
And worship round his throne. 

2 His name, as sovereign Lord, 

Shall sound through distant lands ; 
Great is his grace, and sure his word : 
His truth forever stands. 
338 



BOXOLOGIES. 



406 8s. & 7s. M. 

Gracious Source of every blessing 
Guard our breasts from anxious fears ■ 
Let us, each thy love possessing, 

Peaceful reach the vale of years ■ 
All our hopes on thee reclining, 

Peace, companion of our way, 
May our sun, in smiles declining 

Rise in everlasting day. 

407 c. M. 

To Thee, whose temple is all space ; 

Whose altar, earth, sea, skies ; 
One chorus let all beings raise 

All nature's incense rise. 

408 L. M. 

Be thou, God, exalted high ■ 
And as thy glory fills the sky,' 
feo let it be on earth displayed, 
lill thou art here as there obeyed. 

409 10s. 

Burst into praise, my soul ! all nature join I 
Angels and men m harmony combine ; ' 

Anrl tS ma f ? ears are measured by the sun, 
And while eternity its course shall run. 

339 



DOXOLOGIES. 



41 H. M. 

Now to the King of Heaven, 
Your cheerful voices raise ; 
To him be glory given, 
Power, majesty and praise. 

Wide as he reigns, 

His name be sung, 

By every tongue, 

In endless strains. 



411 7s. 

All who vital breath enjoy 
In God's praise that breath employ, 
And in one great chorus join ; 
Praise, praise the name divine. 

412 Us. 

Come, let us adore Christ, come, bow at his feet, 
give him the glory, the praise that is meet ; 
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, 
And join the full chorus that gladdens the 

skies. 

340 



INDEX TO THE SUBJECTS. 





Hymns. 


God, .... 


1- 


-8 


The Glory of God, . 


9- 


-15 


The Love of God, 


16- 


-25 


The Power of God, 


26- 


-28 


The Mercy of God, 


29- 


-33 


All nature attests the goodness of God, 34- 


-44 


The Praises of God, 


45- 


-67 


The Promise of a Messiah, 


68- 


-70 


Incarnation, 


71- 


-81 


The Messiah has Come, 


82- 


-89 


The Sufferings and Death of Christ, 


90- 


-98 


The Resurrection of Christ, 


99- 


-108 


The Commandment to the Apostles, 


109- 


-111 


The Ascension, 


112- 


-117 


The Coronation of Christ, 


118- 


-121 


The Reign of Christ, 


122- 


-128 


The Priesthood of Christ, 


129- 


-133 


The Love of Christ, 


134- 


-136 


Christ, the ever-living Intercessor, 


137- 


-138 


The Word of God, . 


139- 


-158 


Faith, ; 


159- 


-163 


Repentance, 


164- 


-165 


Immersion, 


166- 


-180 


Pardon, 


181- 


-184 


The Lord's Day, 


185- 


-196 


The Lord's Supper, 


197- 


-203 


The Cnurch, 


204- 


-210 


29* 


341 





INDEX TO THE SUBJECTS. 





Hymns. 


Unity of Spirit, 
Social Worship, 


211- 
219- 


-218 
-226 


Sons of G-od, 


227- 


-229 


The Corner Stone, 


230- 


-231 


Encouragement to Penitents, 


232- 


-250 


Salvation, 


251- 


-253 


Missionary Hymns, 

On opening a House of Worship, 


254- 
264- 


-263 

-272 


Morning Hymns, 
Evening Hymns, 


273- 

278- 


-277 
-286 


The New Year Hymns, 


287- 


-296 


Funeral Hymns, 


297- 


-308 


Praise, 


309- 


-317 


Resignation, 

Not Ashamed of Christ, 


318- 
321- 


-320 
-323 


For Youth, 


324- 


-329 


Middle Age, . 
Old Age, 


330 
331 




The Cross, 


332- 


-338 


Parting Hymns, 
Occasional, . * 


339- 
344 


-343 


Issues of Life and Death, . 


345 




The Living and the Dead, 


346 




The Death of the Righteous, 


347 




The Death of a Youth, 


348 




Hope in the Resurrection, 


349- 


-350 


The Last Coming of Christ, . 


351- 


-353 


The Eden of Love, 


354 




Miscellaneous, 


355* 


-400 


Doxologies, 
342 


401- 


-412 



INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 



Hymns. 

Above — below — where'er I gaze, 44 

A broken heart, my God, niy King, 248 

Again from calm and sweet repose, 275 

Again the Lord of Life and Light, 103 

All hail the glorious morn, 117 

All hail the power of Jesus' name, 118 

All powerful — self-existent God, 4 

All who vital breath enjoy, 411 

All yesterday is gone, 243 

Almighty Father, gracious power, 402 

Almighty maker, God, 39 

Am I a soldier of the cross, 377 

Among the mountain trees, 382 

And have I measured half my days, 330 

And now, my soul, another year, 289 

And will the Great Eternal God, 271 

And will the Judge descend, 353 

And will the Lord thus condescend, 249 

Angels rolled the rock away, 99 

Another fleeting day is gone, 278 

Another six days work is done, 185 

Arise King of Grace, arise, 208 

Ashamed of Christ, our souls disdain, 321 

A voice from the desert comes peaceful 69 

Awake, awake the sacred song, 77 

Awake, my soul, and with the sun, 277 

Awake, my soul, awake my tongue, 33 

343 



INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 

Hymns. 

Awake, my soul, in joyful lays, 20 

Awake, my soul, to sound his praise, 61 

Awake, my soul, thy tribute bring, 388 

Awake our drowsy powers, 114 

A youth devoted to the Lord, 325 

Before Jehovah's awful throne, 45 

Begin, my soul, the lofty lay, 13 

Behold, my servant, see him rise, 70 

Behold the Abrahamic seed, 68 

Behold the amazing gift of love, 227 

Behold the bright morning appeared, 101 

Behold the corner stone, 231 

Behold the grace appears, 76 

Behold the man, how glorious he, 90 

Behold the morning sun, 140 

Behold the Prince of Peace, 84 

Behold what witnesses unseen, 378 
Be thou, O God, exalted high, 66, 408 

Beyond the glittering starry sky, 115 

Blest are the sons of peace, 211 

Blest be that firm and Christian love, 342 

Blest be the tie that binds, 216 

Blest hour when mortal man retires, 222 

Buried beneath the yielding wave, 167 
Burst into praise, my soul ! all nature join ! 409 

Calm on the listening ear of night, 365 

Celestial worlds, your Maker's name, 46 

Christ and his cross are all our theme, 335 

344 



INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 

Hymns. 

Christians, brethren, ere we part, 343 

Christ the Lord is risen to-day, 108 

Come all you saints that love the Lord, 361 

Come Christian brethren ere we part, 339 

Come happy souls adore the Lord, 166 

Come hither all you weary souls, 232 

Come let us adore Christ, come bow at 412 

Come let us anew our journeys pursue, 288 

Come let us join, in songs of praise, 132 

Come let us join with one accord, 190 

Come let us lift our voices high, 201 

Come my soul in sacred lays, 398 

Come sound his praise abroad, 47 

Come you disconsolate where'er you 397 

Come you redeemed of the Lord, 176 

Come you that know and love the Lord, 18 

Dark and thorny is the desert, 383 

Death cannot make our souls afraid, 301 

Descending down into the flood, 174 

Didst thou dear Jesus suffer shame, 337 

Do we not know that solemn word, 169 

Early in life's young days, 328 

Earth has a joy unknown in heaven, 183 
Ere mountains reared their forms sublime, 5 
Ere the blue heavens were stretched abroad, 81 

Ere in the world again we go, 284 

Eternal and immortal King. 11 

Eternal God, enthroned on high, 331 

345 



INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 

Hymns. 

Eternal power — Almighty God, 19 

Exert thy power — thy rights maintain. 259 

Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss, 159 

Faith is the brightest evidence, 161 

Faith is the Christian's prop, 160 

Faithful, Lord, thy mercies are, 17 

Far from these narrow scenes of night, 375 

Father divine, the Saviour cried, 92 

Father, how wide thy glory shines, 14 

Father in heaven thy sacred name, 360 

Father of all, thy care we bless, 392 

Father of Mercies, God of Love, 296 

Father of Mercies, in thy word, 145 

Father whate'er of earthly bliss, 390 

Forgiveness, 'tis a joyful sound, 184 

From every stormy wind that blows, 396 

From Jesse's root, a branch did rise, 87 

From tribulation's gloomy vale, 94 

Give thanks to God, invoke his name, 394 

Give to our God immortal praise, 29 

Give to the Lord in cheerful songs, 311 

Glory, glory to our king, 121 

Glory to God on high, 403 

Glory to thee my God this night, 286 

God in his earthly temple lays, 206 

God, in the gospel of his son, 153 

God of the changing year, whose arm of 290 

God of my life, my morning song, 276 

346 



INDEX TO FIUST LINES. 

Hymns. 

God of my life, through all my days, 315 

God of the morning, at thy voice, 273 

God of the world ! thy glories shine, 23 

Go, missionaries, and proclaim, 260 

Go preach my Gospel, saith the Lord, 109 

Go, said the voice of heavenly love, 261 

Gracious source of every blessing, 406 

Greatest of beings, source of good, 265 

Great Former of this various frame, 12 

Great God, at whose all-powerful call, 35 

Great God, I own thy sentence just, 300 

Great God of wonders, all thy ways,' 182 
Great God, the heaven's well ordered frame, 42 

Great God, thy watchful care we bless, 264 

Great God, we in thy courts appear, 179 

Great is the Lord our God, 205 

Great was the day, the joy was great, 110 

Hail great Creator wise and good, 34 

Hail happy day, thou day of holy rest, 194 

Hail to the Lord's anointed, 88 

Hail to the peaceful day, 196 

Happy the children of the Lord, 151 

Happy the saints whose lot is cast, 391 

Hark the herald angels sing, 80 

Hark the voice of love and mercy, 96 

Haste O sinner, now be wise, 242 

Hear what the voice of heaven proclaims, 299 

Heaven has confirmed the great decree, 308 

He dies, the friend of sinners dies, 91 

347 



INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 

Hymns. 

He lives, he lives, and sits above, . 135 

He lives, the great Redeemer lives, 138 

He reigns, the Lord, the Saviour reigns, 127 

Here at thy cross, incarnate word, 334 
High o'er the heaven of heavens I saw and 37 

Homage paid to G-od above, 404 

Honor and happiness unite, 370 

How are thy servants blessed, Lord, 357 

How beautiful the sight, 212 

How blest the righteous when he dies, 347 

How blest is he whose tranquil mind. 364 

How blest the sacred tie that binds, 215 

How did my heart rejoice to hear, 220 

How firm a foundation you saints of the 158 
How free and boundless is the grace, 

How great is our Creator Grod, 27 

How honored is the place, 210 

How pleasant, how divinely fair, 224 

How pleasant to our hearts to see, 217 

How pleased and blessed was I, 221 

How precious, Lord, thy holy word, 14(5 

How shall the young secure their hearts, 1 40 

How still and peaceful is the grave, 307 

How sweet to bless the Lord, 225 

How sweet to reflect on those joys that 354 

Humble souls who seek salvation, 171 

I'm not ashamed to own my Lord, 322 

If all our hopes and all our fears, 37 1 

I'll praise my Maker with my breath, 57 

318 



INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 

Hymns. 

I love to steal awhile away, 279 

In Christ the Lord our eyes behold, 129 

Indulgent God to thee we pray, 255 

In Jordan's tide the Baptist stands, 89 

Inscribed upon the cross we see. 333 

In the cross of Christ I glory, 332 

In the soft season of thy youth, - 327 

I sing the mighty power of God, 40 

I would not live alway, 373 

Jehovah. God, our heavenly King, 270 

Jehovah reigns, he dwells in light, 7 

Jehovah spoke and Gabriel sped, 85 

Jerusalem, my happy home, 376 

Jesus, and shall it ever be, 323 

Jesus, his empire shall extend, 124 

Jesus, in thy transporting name, 385 

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun, 125 

Jesus thy blessings are not few, 237 

Join all you servants of the Lord, 152 

Joy to the world below, 86 

Joy to the world the Lord has come, 83 

Let all the heathen writers join, 148 

Let everlasting glories crown, 155 

Let every creature join, 58 

Let every mortal ear attend, 234 

Let Jews and Gentiles, bond and free, 256 

Let others boast their ancient line, 229 

Let party names no more, 214 
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INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 

Hymns. 

Let strangers walk around, 204 

Let the whole race of creatures lie, 320 

Let vain pursuits and vain desires, 197 

Lift up to God, the voice of praise, 60 

Lift your glad voices in triumph on high, 102 

Look, you saints, the sight is glorious, 120 

Lo ! he comes, with clouds descending, 352 

Lo ! the day of rest declineth, 283 

Lo ! what a precious corner stone, 230 

Lo ! what an entertaining sight, 213 

Lo ! what enraptured songs of praise, 119 

Lord, I have made thy word my choice, 147 

Lord of the worlds above, 223 

Lord of this sabbath, hear our vows, 186 

Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand, 207 

Lord, thou hast searched and seen me 359 

Lord, when thou didst ascend on high, 116 

Messiah 's great ; you hosts of heaven, 399 

Mighty God, while angels bless thee, 309 

'Mong all the priests of Jewish race, 130 

Morning breaks upon the tomb, 105 

My Christian friends in bonds of love, 340 

My God, my King, thy various praise, 313 

My Grod thy boundless love I praise, 24 

My gracious Redeemer I love, 381 

My keeper, G-od, I bless his name, 293 

No more, dear Saviour, will I boast, 338, 

Nfot all the nobles of the earth, 228 
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INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 



Hymns. 



No war nor battle's sound. 74 

Now is the accepted time, 239 

Now is the day of grace, ^. 

Now let my soul, Eternal King, 154 

Now let our cheerful eyes survey, 131 

Now let our drooping hearts revive, 303 

Now let our mournful songs record, 95 

Now to our God let praises rise, 52 

Now to the King of Heaven, 410 

Now to the Lord who built the skies, 50 

all you nations praise the Lord, 54 

O bless the Lord, our souls, 314 

bow thy ear, Eternal One, 269 

for a faith that will not shrink, 162 

for a song of joy, 21 

for a song of sacred joy, 317 

O God accept the sacred hour 199 

how I love thy holy law, 141 

O in the morn of life when youth, 324 

let your mingling voices rise, 252 

Lord, our heavenly King, 10 

Lord, thy perfect word, 156 

Once more, my soul, the rising day, 274 

praise the Lord in that blest place, 63 

render thanks to God above, 31 

the transcendent love, 136 

O thou to whom in ancient time, 267 

'tis sweet to mingle where, 281 

Our Lord is risen from the dead, 112 
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INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 



Hymns. 

Our Saviour plunged beneath the wave, 168 

Our souls shall magnify the Lord. 75 

worship the King, all glorious above, 15 

Peace, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand, 304 
Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan, 233 

Praise everlasting praise be paid, 310 

Praise God from whom all blessings flow, 401 

Praise the Lord, his glory bless, 65 

Praise the Lord in that best place, 63 

Praise the Lord, who reigns above, 48 

Praise the Lord, you heavens adore him, 64 

Praise you Jehovah's name, 62 

Praise you the Lord around whose throne, 266 

Praise you the Lord, my heart shall join, 56 

Praise waits in Zion, Lord, for thee, 226 

Proclaim, says Christ, my wondrous grace, 175 

Raise your triumphant songs, 25 

Rejoice, the Lord is King, 123 

Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds 294 

Repent and be immersed, 165 

Repent the voice celestial cries, 164 

Reviving sleep, thy sheltering wing, 368 

Rise, my soul, pursue the path. 379 

Safely through another week, 191 

Salvation, the joyful sound, 251 

Saviour, mighty King in Zion, 173 

See another year is gone, 291 
352 



INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 

Hymns. 

See how he loved, exclaimed the Jews, 369 

See how repenting sinners trace, 180 

See the leaves around ns falling. 292 

Send forth thy messengers of peace, 257 

Sing to the Lord in joyful strains, 59 

Sing to the Lord, Jehovah's name, 26 

Sing to the Lord, most high, 316 

Sing to the Lord, you distant lands, 51 

Sinner, the voice of G-od regard, 245 

Sinners, will you scorn the message, 246 

Softly fades the twilight ray, 282 

Softly now the light of day, 280 

Songs of immortal praise belong, 38 

Sons of men behold from far, 82 

Stretched on the cross the Saviour dies, 97 

Supreme in power, Grod of grace, 268 

Sweet is the work, my God, my King, 312 

Sweet is the work, Lord, 195 

Sweet were the sounds that reached our 30 

The angels that watched round the tomb, 107 

The first almighty cause, 3 

The gloom of the night adds a charm to 372 

The glorious universe around, 218 

The G-od of love will sure indulge, 306 

The great Redeemer we adore, 177 

The heavens declare thy glory, Lord, 139 

The King of Heaven his table spreads, 235 

The lands that long in darkness laid, 79 

The long expected morn, 78 
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INDEX TO FIP, ST LINES. 

Hymns. 

The Lord, how fearful is his name. 28 

The Lord is come the heavens proclaim, 71 

The Lord is risen indeed, 104 

The Lord of glory is my light, 209 

The Lord of lords and King of kings, 384 

The Lord shall come, the earth shall quake, 351 

The Lord, the Saviour reigns, 126, 356 

The Lord — the Sovereign King, 9 

The morn of life, how fair and gay, 329 

The morning dawns upon the place, 93 

The perfect world by Adam trod, 272 

The Prince of Peace is come, 363 

The Prince of Salvation in triumph is 400 

The Prince of Salvation is coming, prepare, 374 

The rising morn, the closing day, 36 

The Saviour calls, let every ear 236 

The Saviour lives, and be his name, 355 

The Saviour lives, no more to die, 137 

The Saviour risen to-day we praise, 188 

The spacious firmament on high, 8 

The swift declining day, 244 

The term of life assigned to man, 287 

The thirsty earth receives the rain, 142 

The true Messiah now appears, 133 

The volume of my fathers grace, 144 

The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, 73 

The world can never give, 345 

There is a God, all nature speaks, 1 

There is an hour of peaceful rest, 386 

There is a place where my hopes are stay'd, 395 
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INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 

Hymns. 

There seems a voice in every gale, 67 

This day be grateful homage paid, 113 

This day the Lord hath called his own, 192 

This is the day the first ripe sheaf, 187 

This is the day the Lord hath made, 189 

Thou art, Almighty, Lord of all, 22 

Thou art gone to the grave, but we will 298 

Thou art the way, to thee alone, 393 

Thou hast said, exalted Saviour, 172 
Through sorrow's night and danger's path, 350 

Thus it became the Prince of Peace, 178 

Thus saith the Lord, your work is vain, 72 

Thus the Eternal Father spoke, 122 

Thy blessing, everlasting God, 341 

Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare, 41 

Thy goodness, Lord, our souls confess, 16 

Thy law is perfect, Lord of light, 150 

Thy name, Almighty Lord, 55 

Thy people, Lord, who trust thy word, 254 

Thy ways, Lord, with wise design, 318 

'Tis by the faith of joys to come, 163 

'Tis finished, so the Saviour cried, 98 

5 Tis God, the Father we adore, 170 

5 Tis Religion that can give, 380 

To heaven's Eternal King, 405 

To him who did salvation bring, 253 

To Jesus our exalted Lord, 203 

To our Redeemer's glorious name, 387 

To thee, my righteous King and Lord, 49 

To thee whose temple is all space, 407 

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INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 

Hymns, 

Trusting in Christ, go heralds rear, 258 

'Twas by an order from the Lord, 157 

'Twas on that dark, eventful night, 198 

'Twas the commission of the Lord, 111 

Unveil thy bosom, faithful tomb, 349 

Wait every soul, your Maker's will, 319 

Watchman tell us of the night, 367 

We sing of God, the might source, 2 

We sing the majesty of God, 6 

We sing the Saviour's love, 134 

What glory gilds the sacred page, 143 
What mean these jealousies and fears, ' 181 

What shall I render to my God, 219 

When as returns this solemn day, 193 

When blooming youth is snatched away, 348 

When I survey the painful cross, 200 

When langor and disease invade, 344 

When quiet in my house I sit, 366 

When thy mortal life is fled, 247 

When we the sacred grave survey, 100 
Where'er the blustering north wind blows, 262 

While life prolongs its precious light, 250 

While now upon this sabbath we, 285 

While with ceaseless course the sun, 295 

Who are the dead? — the sons of time, 346 

Why do we mourn departed friends, 305 

Why flow these torrents of distress, 302 

Why should we start and fear to die, 297 
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INDEX TO FIRST LINES. 

Hymns. 

With great surprise the cross I view. 336 

With one consent let all the earth, 53 

With sacred joy we lift our eyes, 358 

With songs of grateful praise, 263 

Worthy is he that once was slain, 202 

Worthy the Lamb of boundless sway, 362 

Yes, the Redeemer rose 7 106 

You lovely bands of blooming*youth, 326 

You servants of Christ, your master 128 

You servants of God, 389 

You sinners fear the Lord, 241 

You sons of earth arfse, 238 

You sons of men, with joy record, 43 

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